The Price of His Betrayal
It was only in the eighth year of our marriage that I discovered my husband had a mistress in the neighborhood.
Her place had the same layout as mine, except her furnishings were more luxurious.
He was a good husband for her, meticulously caring for his young and beautiful wife.
They were even expecting a baby.
She sent me a message, eager to get rid of and replace me.
She had forgotten I was the one who had been through hard times with him, Clyde Sherwood, and fought alongside him for more than a decade.
Her pregnancy was what they both wanted, but there was no way I would allow things to work out the way they anticipated.
Taking advantage of his conflicted feelings, I made sure he didn't have any more assets.
Everything came with a price. Not only would I make him fall from grace, but I would also make him rot in ruins.