The mistress smiled at me like she had already taken my marriage, my home, and my name. My mother-in-law leaned close and whispered, “Crawl into the gutter where you belong.”

down and frowned. “My card declined?”

Celeste grabbed her purse. “Impossible.”

“It funded the apartment, the car, the Maldives trip, and that necklace,” I said. “All through shell consulting invoices approved by Adrian. Very creative. Very illegal.”

Madison stared at him. “You said it was your money.”

I laughed once, softly. It hurt. “No, sweetheart. It continue reading …