No Longer His Ugly Wife
Our third anniversary trip to Hawaii was supposed to be a new beginning—just me, Tom, and our son. But then she showed up. Blair. Our single, sexy neighbor with a killer smile and a suitcase full of charm.
I thought she was just tagging along. I was wrong.
One night, I overheard her hiss, “Why the hell didn’t you just let her die?” That’s when it hit me—Blair wasn’t just having an affair with my husband. She had planned to let me drown in the tsunami.
I survived. But I kept quiet.
I decided to play dumb—to smile, to act fragile, to stay close—for my son’s sake. I needed to know what they really wanted… and how far they’d go.
Then, on my son Noah’s birthday, he made a wish.
“I want Aunty Blair to be my new mommy.”
The candles flickered. My heart cracked.
Had Blair already replaced me?