Bedded in Deception

Synopsis

On the night of our eighth wedding anniversary, I told Edward Grant I was leaving on a business trip, all to surprise him. Instead, I curled up inside the largest suitcase in our house, dressed in silk lingerie, my breath held tight. By eight o'clock, the front door finally clicked open. Edward stepped inside, followed by my best friend, Sophie Lane. I was on the verge of jumping out when Sophie's voice drifted over, soft and smug. She said, "Edward, I tested her again yesterday. She suspected nothing. Happy eighth anniversary." "Sometimes I wish I could stand by your side openly, instead of having to play at being your brother's deferential wife," she murmured, her tone dripping with longing. "Eight years ago, I found a man, had him undergo plastic surgery to look like your brother, and married him," she went on, a faint note of pride in her voice. "Otherwise, we could never have carried on our affair all these years." I pulled out my phone, pressed it against the gap in the suitcase, and hit record.