My Cheating Husband Denies Me Kids But Has a Secret Family (She Gets Revenge #6)

Prologue

I stare at the blender, wanting to take it outside and smash it on the driveway. I never want another smoothie for the rest of my life.

When I press my fingers to the base, I feel the warmth from the motor and the smoothie Mark made me before he left for work.

Drink up, baby. Vitamins. The garage door rumbling shut, the engine fading down the driveway, and now I’m standing in my kitchen with his smoothie in my hand and pouring it down the drain, watching the green spiral into nothing and I’m thinking about how much I literally hate my husband.

He doesn’t know I found the birth control in his desk. He doesn’t know I found the mortar and pestle that he uses to pulverize the pill and put it into my smoothie. He doesn’t know I’ve stopped drinking the smoothies.

He thinks I’m the woman who curls up on the couch every month and cries about her period while he rubs her feet and exhales with relief. He thinks I’m still drinking the poison.

I thought the pills were the worst of it. I did. I stood in this kitchen three weeks ago with a mortar and pestle in my shaking hands and white residue caught in the grain of the stone and I thought: This is the bottom. There is nothing underneath this.

I was wrong.

Because my attorney brought in an investigator. And the investigator found the affair — not a slip, not a one-time thing, but a life. A woman. My husband’s hands on someone else, my family’s money paying for it, and a scope of betrayal so much bigger than a prescription bottle in a desk drawer.

I loved this man. Nine years. I loved him with everything I had — stupid, blind, full-throttle devotion — and he deceived me in the most heartbreaking way. All I ever wanted was a baby with him, to start a family.

Yet every morning he gave me a smoothie laced with a birth control pill – because he didn’t want a baby with me.

The blender sits on the counter. The mortar and pestle is still tucked behind it, white dust in the grooves. Evidence that I never saw, three feet from the fruit bowl, in plain sight the whole time we’ve been trying.

My phone buzzes. Mark: Miss you already beautiful. Love you ??

I stare at the green heart. The same one he always sends.

I hate him.

And I’m going to make sure he loses everything.