My sister-in-law mistakenly sent me a photo that was meant for my husband—I smiled, saved it, and waited exactly six months.

Richard had gone completely still.

Brooke closed her eyes. “You shouldn’t have found that.”

“Open it.”

“I wasn’t looking for it,” I said. “I spent six months proving you were sleeping with my husband. I never imagined I’d discover you were sleeping with his father.”

Richard’s hands trembled. “I didn’t mean…”

“You didn’t mean what?” Greg finally asked.