My Husband Brought His Mistress in My Dress

to cry.

A knock interrupted the silence.

Ethan stepped into my bedroom wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows.

A tablet rested beneath one arm.

His face remained calm.

His eyes did not.

“You should be at the gala,” I whispered.

He gave a faint smile.

“I am.”

He placed the tablet on my lap.

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