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Cheating 2

    The next morning, Marcus woke me up with his usual sweetness.


    “Morning, gorgeous. Made you breakfast.” He kissed my forehead. “Got a huge client meeting today, so I’ll probably be home


    I forced a smile. “No worries, workes first.”


    Something flickered in his eyes-probably surprised I wasn’t giving him grief.


    “Actually, babe, I might be swamped all week. Don’t read into it or anything.”


    “Of course not.” I nodded like the dutiful wife, thinking: Yeah, busy ying house with your side piece.


    After Marcus left, I drove straight to his Midtown office.


    As a business partner, I had every reason to be there.


    Sure enough, there was a young woman at the front desk-Rain Sullivan in the flesh.


    She was even more striking in person than in her photos. Long blonde hair, bright eyes, that whole innocent girl-next-door thing going strong.


    Who would’ve guessed this sweet-looking college grad was a husband-stealing bitch?


    “Hi there! Who can I help you find?” she chirped, all sunshine and rainbows.


    “I’m here for Marcus.” I studied her carefully.


    She was wearing loose business attire, but I could still make out the small bump. Definitely showing.


    “He’s in meetings right now. And you are?”


    “Vivian Hartwell.” I dropped my name like a bomb and watched her face go white.


    Of course she knew exactly who I was-Marcus’s legal wife.


    “Oh! Mrs. Hartwell! Let me buzz him right away.” She fumbled for the phone.


    I caught her whispering, “Marcus, your wife is here.”


    Secondster, Marcus came rushing out, looking like he’d seen a ghost.


    “Viv! What brings you by?” His eyes darted nervously toward Rain.


    “Thought I’d check out your workspace, maybe grab lunch together.” I linked my arm through his.


    “Absolutely, let’s hit the restaurant upstairs.” He practically dragged me toward the elevators.


    In the elevator, I yed dumb: “That receptionist seems nice. How old is she?”


    “No clue, some intern who just started. I don’t really pay attention to that stuff.” His answer came way too fast.


    “Ah.” I nodded, filing away yet another lie.


    Over lunch, I yed the concerned wife perfectly, asking about his stress levels and health.


    He ate up every bite I fed him, gushing about how lucky he was. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Viv.”


    Watching his Oscar-worthy performance made me sick.


    “Oh, that reminds me,” I said casually, “my friend mentioned this amazing new development in Greenwich. Maybe we should


    start house hunting?”


    Marcus’s fork froze midway to his mouth. “House hunting? Our ce is pretty solid as is, right?”


    “Sure, but it’s kind of cramped. If we ever have kids, we’ll need more space.”


    His face wentpletely pale. “Kids aren’t really on the table right now. Money’s tight, you know?”


    Right. Too tight for your legal wife, but plenty loose for your pregnant mistress.


    “You’re totally right. Let’s table that.” I smiled sweetly while mentally cataloging his bullshit.


    That afternoon, I excused myself to use the restroom but took a detour past the reception desk.


    Rain was chatting with a coworker, and I caught her saying, “The doctor says the baby’s super healthy. Due date’s around


    Christmas.”


    “Rain, you’re literally living in a fairy tale! Your man is like total husband material-buying you a house, taking such good care of you.”


    “I know, right? He promised we’ll get married as soon as the babyes.” Rain’s face lit up with pure joy.


    Married?


    He’s still married to me, but already nning wedding number two?


    Rain spotted me and went ghost-white.


    “Mrs… Mrs. Hartwell,” she stammered, jumping to her feet.


    I walked over with my sweetest smile. “Rain, right? Congrattions on the baby.”


    She instinctively covered her bump. “Thank you.”


    “The father must be over the moon. He’s treating you well, I hope?” <fnc62f> ???s ??????? ?s ?????? ?? f?ndnovel</fnc62f>


    “Very well,” she whispered, avoiding my eyes.


    “Good. You’re young-don’t let some deadbeat take advantage of you.” I gave her a meaningful look before walking away.


    Outside the building, I took a deep breath of fresh air.


    Rain Sullivan, you think hiding in in sight makes you untouchable?


    Time to show you what happens when you mess with the wrong wife.
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