My Husband’s Mistress Called Me the Maid Without Knowing Who I Was

Alexis made was not quite a word. Her designer purse slid off her shoulder and hit the floor, and she grabbed the door frame with one hand like she needed it to stay upright.

I told them both to sit down.

We were going to have a conversation.

Richard sat on the edge of the couch the way a man sits when he thinks he might need to stand up suddenly and continue reading …