Not My Size 2 Dress

She went looking for his tax documents. She found the end of her nineteen-year marriage instead.

Wendy Matney has spent two decades being the reliable wife. She runs a thriving artisanal bakery, quietly manages the household, and expertly smooths over her husband Adam’s endless string of failed mid-life career transitions. But when she discovers a neon pink, sequined, Size 2 cutout dress hidden behind his golf clubs, her patience finally burns out.

Adam thinks he has pulled off the perfect lie. He believes Wendy is too comfortable—and too clueless—to realize he is spending her hard-earned croissant money to fund his new, twenty-something mistress’s "crystal-infused celery farm."

He is severely underestimating the woman who bakes his bread.

Instead of screaming, crying, or quietly calling a lawyer, Wendy decides to get even. Enlisting the help of her fiercely loyal, millennial bookstore-owning best friend, Wendy orchestrates a master class in psychological sabotage. Her target: Adam's fragile ego. Her deadline: the most exclusive charity gala of the year, where Adam plans to debut his new girlfriend in that exact neon pink dress.

Adam wanted a new lease on life. Wendy is about to serve him his just desserts.

Perfect for readers who love:

Curvy, fiercely competent heroines

Brilliant, non-violent revenge plots

Laugh-out-loud petty sabotage

Satisfying, empowering fresh starts