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

“Stop hiding! The balloon arch is hideous. Fix it!”

I gathered the papers, my hands steady for the first time in years.

“I’m coming, darling,” I whispered to the empty room. “I’m just wrapping your gift.”

The day of the party, Mondragon Manor looked like a carnival of wealth. I had followed Franco’s instructions to the letter—not out of obedience, but continue reading …