“Three months later, I was playing the role of grieving widow. Lyle had been caught in flagrante with his paramour when they were incinerated in their love nest. I earned bushels of sympathy from friends and acquaintances, who, after a… — Jack Erickson Copy Share Image
“I got out of the shower and looked in the mirror, wet hair plastered against my forehead, a grin on my face. My plan… — Jack Erickson Copy Share Image
“Three months later, I was playing the role of grieving widow. Lyle had been caught in flagrante with his paramour when they were incinerated… — Jack Erickson Copy Share Image
“Why bother? Why in the world would I need a new man in my life at this time? Such foolishness. I might get a… — Jack Erickson Copy Share Image
“Someone—or ones—was in the house; my gut told me they were my faithless husband and his illicit lover. A ribbon of smoke curled from… — Jack Erickson Copy Share Image
“I’m a decent engineer with an analytical mind. Using my problem-solving skills to whack my husband became a challenge. A fun challenge, in fact.… — Jack Erickson Copy Share Image
“Guys are open books; wives can read them without breaking a sweat. They’re just little boys who love being bad.” — Jack Erickson Copy Share Image
“He always had a thing for Madonna-like sexpots. His wandering eye never stopped roaming at dinner parties, the theater, or shopping. A sex grenade… — Jack Erickson Copy Share Image
“I braced for what lay ahead; my life could change profoundly in the next few moments. I was about to confirm—or deny—my suspicion that… — Jack Erickson Copy Share Image
