My husband cheated on me while I was pregnant, so I invited his mistress to my baby shower.
My husband thought I wouldn't find out.
His mistress thought I would never know who she was.
Both of them forgot about the shared iPad.
At thirty-four weeks pregnant, I discover seven months of messages between Ryan and the receptionist at my OB's office. Brittney checked me in for ultrasounds, asked about my baby's name, and smiled to my face while sleeping with my husband behind my back.
Most women would cancel the baby shower, but I invite her. I stand in front of thirty-three guests, lift a glass, and tell everyone what she and my husband have done.
I thought exposing the affair would be the end of it, but I was wrong. My husband has been hiding money. He tells people I'm unstable, and he threatens to go after full custody. He shows up where he isn't wanted and pushes until he turns betrayal into something far more dangerous.
It's a good thing I'm not the woman he thought I was. I own a plumbing company, and I survived losing my father. I can survive losing a cheating husband, especially when I have my sister at my side, an attorney who likes evidence, and a burning need to make them pay.
Sometimes the best thing a woman can do is burn her old life to the ground and build a better one from the ashes.