Chapter 4

After they left, I curled up on the couch, hugging my knees tight.

I hated the mistresses.

They tore my life apart.

But the one I hated most was Dorian himself.

He was the one who shattered the future I once believed in—who gave me this broken, failed marriage.

He made me lose all faith that love even existed.

But somehow, when one door slammed shut, another opened.

After Dorian laid his cards on the table, all pretense vanished.

News of his affairs reached me like a constant drip of poison—today a bartender, tomorrow a pair of twins.

For every…