At 3:00 AM my husband’s mistress sent me a photo to destroy me, but I forwarded it to the whole Board of Directors of his company part1

someone already imagining herself living in my house.

I tapped the image open.

There she was.

Vanessa stretched across a luxury hotel bed inside a penthouse suite at the The Peninsula Beverly Hills, wrapped in Ethan’s white designer dress shirt like she had already won.

Champagne sat chilling beside the bed.

Silk sheets tangled behind her.

Warm gold lights continue reading …