No Second Chances For Secondhand Love
Language: en
The first time my wife didn't come home, I was frantic enough to call the police. When I finally found her, the sheets were still warm from her encounter with the man who had haunted our marriage like a ghost. Sampson didn’t even look guilty when he saw me. He stood there, adjusting his cufflinks with a chilling, entitled calm. “Since you’ve seen us, let’s talk terms,” he said, his voice smooth as silk. “You’ve been with Vicky for six years. I’ll make sure she pays you a generous ‘service fee.’ You won’t have undressed for her for nothing all these years.” The rage hit me like a physical…