My eyes were wide when I brushed past my husband and got right in her face. "Listen to me, Monica. Listen to me and hear me once and for all. I don't love you. I won't ever love you. If there is even the smallest amount of the real Monica still left inside of you, then you would understand why. You have no human capacity left inside of you. The real Monica would know that the worst thing you can do is try to be me, to sleep with the men that I still hold in my heart, to keep fucking ...