Betrayed by Husband and Best Friend, I Destroyed Them

On our fifth anniversary, I closed the biggest deal in the capital just to surprise my husband.

Instead, I walked in on my best friend in Bartholomew Vance's bed.

“She was hemorrhaging after the car accident and the miscarriage. I deliberately didn't show up to give her the transfusion. Told her my old condition had flared up. She felt so sorry for me she nearly cried herself sick.”

“And you knew it was my brother who drove into her, but you never blamed him. Never even sent him to prison.”

Bartholomew curved his lips and kissed her, intimate and unhurried.