The Mistress Called Me Mom
Language: en
I found the gilded cage where my husband kept his mistress. I wanted to see what kind of woman could outdo me, what kind of woman could train a man of such discipline and restraint to heel like a lapdog. It wasn't jealousy. It was pure curiosity. After all, Brian Croft and I had built our empire from nothing. From a cramped studio apartment to a mansion, we'd worked so hard the stress had turned my hair grey overnight. Even after having our son, I didn't become one of those pampered wives who spent their days at spas and salons. I was still at the factory, juggling my career and my…