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.”

heels, barely twenty, glossy-haired and trembling with excitement instead of shame. Madison. I knew her name because Adrian had been careless with hotel receipts, jewelry invoices, and late-night messages that began with, Miss you, CEO.

Celeste looked at my bandaged chest and sneered. “Pathetic.”

“Get out,” I whispered.

She laughed. “This is my son’s continue reading …