She Came To Apologize, So I Made Them Go Viral

Synopsis

The day I planned to hand over the divorce papers, the mistress of my husband, Drogo Erickson, came to my door. She was the kind of girl who looked innocent and dangerously alluring all at once, a tiny tear mole accentuating her features. When she cried, even I felt a flicker of pity. Clinging to my hand, Trista Barton sobbed beautifully. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know he was married. It was just one night. I was the one who lost my head and tempted him. His heart is with you, truly. He doesn't like me at all…" I stared at her, utterly unmoved, almost amused. Withdrawing my hand, I patted the slight curve of her belly—barely concealed by her Chanel coat—and spoke in a voice soft enough to calm a skittish kitten. "It's fine. I don't blame you. After all, Drogo has never slept with a woman he doesn't like."