The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.
Lauren DeStefanoShe smiles at our husband as she moves, and he blushes, overcome by her beauty. But I know what her smile really means...Her smile is her revenge.
Lauren DeStefanoI start trying to stay unconscious. The problem with this is that no amount of willpower can change the reality.
Lauren DeStefano