A Con Called Love: His Wife's Betrayal

best friend, Tara, was on the line, her voice tight with fake concern. "Ethan, y

tal Pacific Northwest storm. Rain hammered my windshield so hard the wipers couldn't keep up. My hands were clamped to the steering wheel, my knuckles whit

shivering by the time I found her room on the surgical floor

, all laughing and chatting. Gabby was in the bed, lo

of them teased. "Even half-consciou

rred sound. "I need him. I

state, she needed me. I stepped forward, a tired smile

nished, replaced by a look of pure disgust. S

py but loud enough to silence the entire room.

from amusement to awkward horror. I looked at Tara, who refused

rcing a laugh. "Oh, Gabby, the anesthesia i

r head lolling on the pillow, "Need Ca

arse whisper. "Wh

again, locking onto mine wit

sho

g a bouquet of expensive-looking flowers. He was maybe in his mid-twenties, with perfectly s

down to brush the hair from her foreh

it up. "Caleb,

e pulled his head down and they kissed. It wasn't a gentle pe

s echoing in my ears. I stumbled down the hallway, found a deserted waiting area, and sank into a plastic chair, shaking uncontrollably. I spent the night there, replaying the scene over and over, the wo