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

I’ll handle it.”

“Thank you,” I whispered, pouring gratitude into every word. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Two days later, I met him at Logan.

He came through arrivals dressed in Italian wool and irritation. His eyes swept over me—my loose gray dress, bare face, hollow cheeks.

“Jesus, Amelia,” he said. “You look terrible.”

“I’m sorry.”

He hugged continue reading …