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On the day of our divorce, I deliberately met my wealthy husband and his mistress at a cafe. The mistress touched her belly, beaming. "Just let us be,Mrs. Osborne. Barnaby loves me and our baby." My husband slid a prenup across the table. "Sign it. Don't be difficult." I ignored the papers and glanced at my cool, sunglasses-wearing bestie at the next table. She took off her glasses, revealing a face strikingly similar to his, walked over, and slapped him. "I'm your long-lost older sister and the real heir of the family," she said coldly. "You and that child are both cut off now."