The Lace Slip Lie

Summary

The snarky little post I’d made on The Sprawl—a private forum for rich, disgruntled wives—had exploded overnight.

I had vented about finding yet another piece of lingerie that wasn't mine. Now, I watched the comments roll in, but one private message stood out, a blue-check account I didn't recognize:

@UnattainableIdeal: He didn't cheat. He just wants you to flirt with him, Avery. He wants you to stop being so buttoned-up and boring.

I snapped a photo of the pale pink lace slip I’d just pulled from between the sofa cushions—a damning piece of evidence if ever there was one.