While My Mother-in-Law Shopped With My Husband’s Mistress on My Card, I Made One Call

probably just a system glitch. Why don’t you use cash, or have your friend pay?”

“My friend?”

“I need to sleep, Elaine. My head is splitting. We can talk when you get home.”

I tapped the red button.

In the boutique, Sienna glared at Elaine. “Fine. But this is embarrassing.”

Sienna pulled out her own worn debit card and paid, fury radiating from her.

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