My Mogul Mother Gifted Me A Younger Lover
Language: en
After five years of marriage and two children, my body was a roadmap of stretch marks and the soft, loose skin that now draped my midsection. Predictably, my CEO husband, Blake Harrington, had found himself a young secretary—barely out of college—and was now flaunting her on his arm, in the open, for anyone to see. Consumed by a grief so sharp it felt like physical pain, I fled to my wealthy mother's office to cry. She sat behind her massive mahogany desk, lit a cigarette, and watched me with unconcealed disdain. "He keeps a mistress, why don't you keep a boy?" I sputtered, "Mom? Are you…