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.”

stood up. “I don’t have to sit through this.”

“No,” I agreed. “You don’t.”

She gathered her purse with shaking fingers.

“Rachel. Are you actually pregnant?”

Tyler didn’t stand. He stayed in his chair, staring at the folder, at the list of names that weren’t his.

“Tyler,” Rachel snapped from the doorway. “Are you coming?”

He didn’t look up.

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