His other woman
I barely heard Megan as she gave me the rundown for the day, rattling off what the kids would wear, eat, and do like a well-organized drill sergeant.
I nodded at the right times, pretending to be engaged, but my mind? My mind was scanning the house for him.
And like clockwork, the devil himself appeared.
Ace stepped out, fully dressed in a suit. A very well-tailored, very expensive, very illegal-in-all-fifty-states suit.
My breath hitched, but I swallowed it down, plastering on my most neutral— I am totally fine and not at all remembering the way your fingers ruined me—face.