Thank You, Next

Synopsis

I bumped into my husband's mistress when I went for my prenatal checkup for my second child. I didn't react, but Heather Blake looked like she had seen a ghost. Heather was overthinking it. Mason Sawyer has had at least three other women, and Heather would not be the last one either. I'd only be doing myself a disservice if I got angry each time this happened. When I got home, Mason had been waiting for me. "I told you," he said, "Everything the Sawyer family owns would eventually belong to you and the children. Don't find trouble with Heather. Why can't you just listen?" I lowered my head, placed a hand on my stomach, and stayed silent. Mason was furious. He thrashed the house and ruined the furniture. When he was done, he grabbed his coat and left to find Heather. The housekeeper asked me what to do. I took out my phone and sent a photo to Mason's mother, Penelope Sawyer. "Mom, look what happened." I captioned the photo. Not long after, a compensation of 40 million dollars was wired to my bank account.