My Husband Used My Fortune to Please His Mistress

Synopsis

The taxi crawled through Times Square, the driver muttering under his breath about the endless traffic. I leaned my head against the cool window, exhausted from the red-eye flight but buzzing with anticipation. I'd cut my Paris trip short by a whole day just to surprise Jude. "Shouldn't be much longer, ma'am," the driver said, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. I nodded, my fingers tracing the small gift box in my purse—a vintage cufflink set I'd found in a tiny Parisian boutique. Jude would love them. He always appreciated thoughtful gifts that spoke to his refined taste. My phone buzzed with a text from my mother's old friend asking about the auction next week. I typed back quickly, assuring her I'd be there to bid on the Campbell collection. Those pieces were all I had left of Mom besides memories.