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

video calls with a gentle smile.

He called from Miami with bright beach light glowing behind him.

“How are you, babe?” he asked. “You look tired.”

“I’m just buried in year-end work,” I said.

Behind him, I heard Margaret Caldwell’s voice. “Ethan, Tessa needs more pillows.”

His eyes twitched.

“Hotel staff,” he said quickly.

“Of course.”

My mother-in-law called continue reading …