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.”

You knew it was paid for. You knew where the money came from. Tyler complained about that inheritance to anyone who’d listen at the office holiday party. I heard him do it myself. Whining into his bourbon about money that wasn’t his to touch. You were there, weren’t you, Rachel? Taking notes.”

She flinched, just once, at the shoulders.

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