He Brought His Mistress Home—So I Threw The Party He Didn’t Expect

“You can’t be serious,” I whispered.

“I am very serious.” Franco stepped closer, his breath smelling of brandy and arrogance. “And since you are still legally my wife, and since I control the accounts, you have a job to do.”

He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at Jessica, who offered me a smirk that was equal parts pity and triumph.

“I want you to continue reading …