My Husband Forgot to Hang Up, What He Said to My Pregnant Best Friend Ended Everything

align with the dinners he claimed were client meetings. Hotel charges from cities he had never mentioned. A car loan in both our names that I had barely driven.

James leaned back. “We’ll need three weeks. Photos. Video. Patterns. Financial tracing. I want you to act like the happiest woman in the room.”

My stomach tightened. “I don’t know if I can look continue reading …