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.”

Porsche.

“This is insane,” she sobbed. “Adrian, fix it.”

He looked at her as though she were an invoice he could no longer explain.

I almost felt sorry for her.

Almost.

Then she looked at me and whispered, “You ruined my life.”

“No,” I said. “You rented yours with stolen money.”

Mara handed Adrian a packet. “You are suspended from all company properties. continue reading …