I Went to Watch a Cheater Get Caught—It Was My HusbandChapter 1

I went to watch a woman confront her husband's mistress.

I didn't know I was the wife.

Jules had seen the commotion on somebody's livestream. We were finishing dinner a block away, and my best friend had never once let curiosity mind its own business.

“Five minutes,” she promised, pulling me toward the Scottsdale shopping plaza.

We reached the front of the crowd just as a woman grabbed another woman's curls.

“How many times, Brielle? How many times have you been with Blake Kincaid?”

My stomach tightened.

Jules glanced at me. “Your husband has an evil twin.”

Then the woman threw photographs onto the pavement.

No twin.

My husband. My Blake. Kissing a woman I had never seen before.

The woman holding the photographs pressed a hand to her stomach.

“I'm two months pregnant with our fourth baby. You are not destroying my family.”

My phone buzzed.

Blake: Leaving now. Want me to pick you up at Jules's?

I sent him my location.

Come here instead.

Brielle pulled free and straightened her clothes.

“I've got three of his children, too. And I'm pregnant. So keep your hands off me.”

The other woman swayed. Someone caught her elbow.

“How old?”

“Five, four, and two. Boys. All of them.”

I had been married for eight years. Our son, Owen, was seven.

Blake had cried after Owen's difficult birth. He said he couldn't bear to risk losing me by trying for another baby.

I had believed that was love.

Now, while he forbade me a second child, two other women were carrying his seventh and eighth secret children.

Brielle smiled at her rival.

“He wants a little girl this time.”

“I gave him three daughters,” the woman whispered. “Our oldest is six.”

Jules looked at me.

I caught her wrist before she could say my name.

Not yet.