After My Husband's Affair, I Dated His Mistress's Idol

Four years into our marriage, Alex Thorne was keeping a young college student outside our home.

She was bright, pretty, and full of life.

She’d drag Alex, a multi-billionaire, to greasy food trucks and cheer on her favorite e-sports player.

Alex called me: “I’m not coming home tonight, I’m watching Jax Ryder’s game.”

The girl beside him let out a snicker: “That boring old woman? Does she even know who Jax Ryder is?”

They had no idea.

After the call ended, Jax Ryder pressed me against the dim glow of the car headlights.