After a night with his mistress, a pregnant wife quietly boarded a private jet—while the mistress was left begging outside, unaware of the truth unfolding.

than to announce victory. Her hair fell in glossy waves over one shoulder. Diamonds trembled at her ears. One hand rested on Richard’s sleeve with possession, her fingers hooked into the black fabric of his tuxedo as though she had already stepped into the life Clara was still meant to represent.

Richard did not look ashamed.

That was what Clara would continue reading …