He Brought His Mistress Home,Now He's Begging Me to Stay

It was the fifth year since Tristan Vance had returned to our family, and I'd finally agreed to go back to his hometown with him for Memorial Day to visit the ancestral graves.

The car had just pulled into the driveway when he suddenly pressed his hand over mine as I reached for the door handle.

"Vivian's back. I went and picked her up."

Vivian Blake. Tristan's foster sister.

And the woman Tristan had cheated on me with five years ago.

I looked at him, my expression calm.

"You promised me you'd cut off all contact with her."

Tristan sighed.