The Hidden Heir’s Ten Year Wager

Summary

The tenth time I caught her.

Cordelia "Delia" Jennifer in our bed, with a new man.

My reaction was less of an eruption, more of a clinical observation. I glanced at my watch, then, with a strange gentleness, offered the young man in the bed a jacket.

“Isn’t your prenatal appointment scheduled for the afternoon? Why the early return?”

When I didn’t answer, Delia kissed the new face next to her and subtly positioned herself between us, her body a shield.

“He’s just a kid. Whatever your issue is, take it up with me.”