Chasing the Woman Who Stole My Twins

I came home to surprise my husband, but I found him kissing my half-sister.

The plan was simple—end my world tour, slip into our bedroom in a red peignoir, hide in the closet, and wait. I wanted his shock, his hunger, the reunion I’d imagined for months.

“You should’ve married me,” Helga said.

“Maybe I made the wrong choice,” Nick replied, chuckling.

The words cut deeper than the sight. Through the small gap in the closet, I saw Nick caressed her every inch. Heard show she moaned his name over and over. How they basked on the flame of their filthy relationship.