Divorced With His Heir In My Belly
Lucy said, her voice dripping with honeyed malice.
I blinked, certain I was hallucinating. The voice was the same one that had just been on the phone with me.
My brain refusing to process the reality. "What... What are doing here? Why are you with him?"
"Someone set the mood for us, baby," Lucy ignored me, looking up at Tyler with eyes full of adoration. "Isn't it just perfect? It’s like she knew we had something to celebrate."
She leaned up and kissed him deeply. And Tyler... my husband... he didn't pull away. He leaned into her, his hand sliding up her thigh, right in front of me.