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

“then what is that?” He pointed at her stomach.

“Honey…” Jessica backed away, her heels clicking on the hardwood stage. “That test is fake! She forged it! She’s jealous! She’s a crazy, barren witch!”

“Fake?” I laughed. It was a sound of pure liberation. “I anticipated you would say that. That is why I brought part two of my gift.”

I reached into my clutch continue reading …