The Wife Who Fought Back

m on my belly, his thu

oice smooth like the expensive whiskey he favored. "And m

n soft blues and grays, a custom-made mobile of tiny, silver stars h

ndlords and city hall, now the wife of Congressman Julian Vance, the golde

t had nothing to do with the pregnancy. It was a lie.

se I had just ove

rble hallway, heading for the kitchen. I was about to turn the co

on th

alm down. Panicking

at got away. The "white moonlight," as his society friends called her. Her te

voice was strained. "Peterson is the ke

pt closer, my bare feet

he won't be able to resist. We set it up, a 'chance' encounter. We get the evidence, and

to use me, his pregnant wife, as bait. A gift for a corrupt

. To sa

d built around me, didn't just crack. It exp

hm against my ribs. I made it back to our bedroom, th

e, all I could feel was the cold, hard truth. I wasn't his wife

orehead. "I lo

sed my eyes and forced a smi