Shattered Vows His Mistress Killed My Baby

After Otis Henson came home from his friend's wedding, I asked for a divorce.

He frowned, confused.

"Just because the bride was Vivian Whitmore?"

Vivian Whitmore had been Otis's secretary three years ago. There'd been something between them, an unmistakable flirtation that nearly crossed the line before I caught them and put a stop to it.

Otis raked his fingers through his hair like a man driven to the brink, his voice rising in accusation.

"She just married my best friend. What, you think I'm going to rekindle things with her?"