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

The color of warning.

“Jessica,” I turned to the mistress. “You are in your second trimester, correct?”

“Yes,” she snapped, annoyed by the interruption. “It’s a boy. We already know.”

“Good.” I turned to my husband. “Franco, open it. It’s the only gift you will ever need.”

Franco grabbed the envelope greedily. He likely expected a trust fund deed, or continue reading …