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

I visited a specialist. I am perfectly healthy. My womb is viable.”

A murmur of whispers broke out, like the buzzing of a thousand angry bees.

“So,” I paced the stage, “I had to ask myself: if the soil is fertile, perhaps the seed is the problem.”

Franco made a sound like a strangled animal. “Valerie, stop—”

“I took samples,” I announced, ignoring him.continue reading …