Revenge of the Deceived Wife

My legs seem to have grown to the floor; for a second, I think I’m going crazy. The man standing there is a perfect copy of my husband. No, it’s not a copy— it’s him! The same turn of the head, the same smile. And just like me, he holds a blonde by the waist and presses his lips to hers.

This can’t be! It simply can’t be! Stas is in Australia on a business trip right now—he has such important matters that he even has to be away from home on his birthday. I sent him to the airport myself two days ago!