My Husband's Mistress Called Me "Mom"

I found the apartment where my husband kept his mistress.

I had to see the woman who'd stolen his heart.

Julian and I had built everything from nothing-from a shoebox apartment to this sprawling estate. We worked until our bones ached. I went gray before my time.

Even after Leo was born, I didn't settle into the easy life of a society wife. I kept pushing, kept working.

I always believed I held my life in my own hands.

I rang the doorbell.

The door opened.

The girl standing there beamed a perfect smile.

"You must be Julian's mother. How lovely to meet you."

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