High Stakes Revenge And My Ace In The Womb

Summary

That night, during the corporate retreat, my husband tossed my dignity onto the high-stakes table like a spare chip.

Caleb had been meticulously folding, making disastrous calls, and practically handing the pot to the twenty-two-year-old marketing intern, Tiffany. He let her win again and again, nine hands in a row, a flawless winning streak that had the whole room cheering her on.

I frowned, ready to interject, but Caleb’s hand clamped down, dismissively, on my wrist.

“Don’t sweat it, honey. It’s just a game,” he said, his smile tight, his eyes fixed on Tiffany.