Buying My Divorce With Every Affair
Language: en
Three days after my C-section, my husband—the man who had just sealed his eternal bond with his newest obsession on a private island—finally showed his face. He was cooing at the baby, a strange, pinched smile on his face, when he casually dropped the first bombshell. "The little guy’s tougher than we thought, isn't he? That bleeding scare you had in the third month didn't faze him at all." He leaned closer, his voice low and devoid of warmth. “Actually, that wasn’t a miscarriage threat from eating the wrong thing. It was an infection. I was with her, didn’t clean up, and then came to you.…