My Husband's Mistress is Pregnant (She Gets Revenge #17)

Prologue

My husband is fucking a woman named Cassandra Merrill.

He bought her a diamond ring. He got her pregnant.

He’s been checking into the Langham Hotel under a fake name three times a week while I make him dinner and pick out his suits and smile at his board members and play the perfect wife at his perfect galas—because that’s what I am.

Not his wife. His accessory. A seventy-year-old company bylaw says the CEO of Webster Industries has to be married, Cassandra wasn’t available, and my fucking husband looked at that clause and looked at me and thought: she’ll do.

Seven years. Seven years of his hand on my back at charity dinners.

Seven years of I love you, babe and forehead kisses and the shy smile that made me think I was the luckiest woman alive.

And the whole time—the whole damn time—he was emailing Cassandra from the bathroom.

Flying to her when he told me it was a conference.

Promising her he’d handle the board and handle the divorce and be with her by next year. I found the emails.

He doesn’t know I know.

He’s about to walk through that door. He’s going to see me sitting here and then he’s going to see what’s inside the folders. And the smile is going to die on his face.

I’m going to watch it die. I’m going to sit in this chair and watch every board member open those folders and see their CEO walking into a hotel with a woman who isn’t his wife. I’m going to watch him try to explain. I’m going to watch him fail.

My husband cheated on me, and he deserves what’s coming.