After His Mistress Faked a Baby, I Burned It All Down

At the second wedding celebrating our remarriage, I discovered a positive pregnancy test in Luke Randall pocket.

He expected me to storm out—or perhaps cause a scene that would become the talk of the town all over again.

Instead, I smiled, pulled out my phone, and immediately ordered ninety-nine sets of lingerie in various styles and ninety-nine bottles of male enhancement pills. "Watch out for kidney deficiency," I remarked.

Ignoring his livid expression, I then arranged for ninety-nine VIP prenatal check-up appointments with top obstetricians.