My Husband's Mistress Was A Monster, But He Was The Real Devil.

I left the bedroom door ajar on purpose, so my husband could hear me making out with my lover all night.

The next morning, his eyes were full of anger as he pinned me against the bed, demanding answers.

"Did he even satisfy you? How many times did he really touch your body? Why not me?"

But I just tightened my silk robe, covering the marks on my skin, and threw his own question back at him.

"Aren't we just playing the same game? Has your little nurse, Tiffany, stopped satisfying you?"

Julian Grant's eyes burned red, but he had nothing to say.