My lace lingerie and my brother’s boxers were wrongly delivered to the downstairs neighbor. The one who answered the door was my ex-boyfriend, ice hockey star Wilder Quinn. He smirked, dangling the boxers and teased that my taste had worsened after our breakup. I quickly replied they belonged to my husband, stunning him. Later, Wilder moved next door. Now he even sobs into my dog, asking pitifully if the pup’s stepdad treats him badly.
