My husband’s mistress showed up at my door and said, “I’m pregnant with his baby, and we need this house to raise our family.”

in,” I said, calm as still water.

Rachel must have called Tyler from her car.

Rachel walked past me first, eyes scanning the foyer like she was already picking out curtains.

Tyler followed, head down.

Margaret was waiting at the kitchen table.

“Oh,” Rachel said, stopping short. “I didn’t realize this was going to be a group thing.”

“Sit,” Margaret said.

They continue reading …