My Husband and Six Relatives Flew His Pregnant Mistress to Miami—So I Froze Their Assets…

that evening.

“My sweet girl,” she said, her face filling my tablet screen. “You look pale. You must take care of yourself. Ethan is working so hard, and we all worry about you alone in that big house.”

She had pearls on. Behind her, a white wall glowed with Miami sunlight.

“How is Denver?” I asked.

She blinked.

“Oh. Yes. Very productive.”

Then Richard leaned continue reading …