My Husband Brought His Mistress Home

Just as I stepped into the house, holding the pregnancy report I had worked on for five years, I saw my husband leading his young female secretary into the baby room.

Holly Winter clenched her hands, lowered her head, and began to sob, deliberately revealing the red marks on her neck.

"Alex, I’m homeless. Please agree to let Mr. Thornton take me in," she pleaded.

Darrell Thornton held her hand, his tone sharp and defensive toward me.

"She’s the good student you sponsored. She just graduated and doesn’t have the money to rent a place.