Nine Years of Lies

My attorney husband skipped our vacation to "close a deal." The deal turned out to be an anniversary party for him and his mistress. I walked in. I saw everything. And when I tried to prove I was his lawful wife, he had me beaten bloody on that ballroom floor. His girlfriend. His guards. Even my own nine-year-old daughter. What none of them knew was who I really was. What none of them knew was that my childhood best friend, the man they'd been dropping as a threat all night, was standing right beside me.