Measuring His Mistress Designing His Ruin
Language: en
Charles brought his pregnant assistant into my Manhattan bridal boutique to try on custom wedding gowns. In the VIP lounge, his friends lounged on the leather sofas, placing bets on how many dresses it would take for me to lose my mind. But even when Amelia stepped out in the final, breathtaking showstopper, my hands remained steady. I kept the measuring tape aligned, quietly recording her numbers. "Charles, man, your wife is literally fitting your mistress," Max laughed, throwing his head back against the sofa. Charles tapped his cigarette, letting the ash drift onto my wool rug. "She…