Testing My Husband Into Her Bed

Summary

My mother always said her best friend was the most graceful, most principled woman in the world.

But there she was. The woman I’d called "Auntie" my whole life, the woman who supposedly knew everything about boundaries, was currently curled into my husband’s chest. Her hand was wandering, tracing the line of his jaw with a sickening familiarity.

The moment I ripped the mask off her face, the air in the hotel room turned to lead.

The slap I’d rehearsed in my head, the screaming match I’d prepared for—it all died in my throat.