He Gave My Father's Lifeline to His Mistress

Four years after my father died, my husband transferred $400,000 into my account out of nowhere.

He watched my face and gave a resigned little smile.

"Money-grubber. That four hundred grand was your dad's surgery fund. I'm returning it today."

He saw my confusion.

He sighed.

"There's something I lied to you about. The surgery money wasn't stolen by phone scammers."

"Bess was diagnosed with liver cirrhosis at the same time. I gave her the money for a liver transplant."

I went completely still.

Bess Hughes—his former student. The one he'd been emotionally unfaithful with.