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

Margaret Reed one word.”

“What word?”

“Begin.”

At 7:42 a.m., the orderlies rolled me toward surgery.

At the end of the hall stood Ethan, acting concerned for anyone who might be watching.

He took my hand.

“Don’t worry, babe,” he said. “I’ll take care of everything outside.”

I looked at him for a long moment.

“Yes,” I said. “You will.”

The operating room doors continue reading …