My Stepsister Stole My Husband, So I Took His Enemy

My husband got himself caught in a prostitution sting at some crummy motel with my stepsister, Claudia James.

Lipstick smears were still on his damn face.

And the audacity of the man.

He had the gall to tell the cops, dead serious, “Claudia fought with her fiancé. She just came to me for comfort.”

When I showed up to bail them out, he was still cradling a crying Claudia in his arms like some kind of tragic Romeo.

“It’s okay,” he said real soft, like I was the one who needed comforting, “I’m sure Nadine will understand.”