Pregnant by the Wrong Brother

Summary

As my wife’s kept man, I possessed that rarest of virtues: self-awareness.

When you are fortunate enough to live on an heiress’s dime, you don't commit the amateur mistake of begging for her heart.

So, when she was whispering sweet nothings into her first love’s ear, I stayed in the hall and kept watch. When her golden boy showed up at our penthouse to stake his claim, I held my tongue, lowered my lashes, and simply asked my wife for a little more financial compensation.

Until the afternoon she tossed a positive pregnancy test onto the marble island between us.