Imagine Your Best Friend Was His Alibi (He Cheats, I Get Revenge #1)

My husband is having an affair.

The good news?

It is not with my best friend.

The bad news?

My best friend is being paid to act as his alibi while he sleeps with someone from work.

Younger.

Child-free.

Still in possession of the kind of body that has never carried two babies or survived fifteen years of marriage.

The cliché of all clichés.

I do not confront him.

I do not confront her.

I plan.

And while my life does not need another complication, there is a six-foot-four man with broad shoulders, thick forearms, and absolutely no problem standing in my corner.

Do not worry.

I am still in charge.

For once.

And this dish of revenge is not being served cold.

It is coming red hot—with one surprise nobody sees coming.