My Husband's Mistress Was My College Roommate

The warehouse workers were off for the New Year holiday, but I was still hauling inventory when my supervisor's relentless calls dragged me to a college reunion.

Every classmate at the table was dressed to impress—polished, expensive, put together.

And then there was me. A work uniform washed so many times it had faded to gray, the cuffs frayed and threadbare.

The real showstopper was my former roommate, Fiona Lawson.

She glided in wearing a couture gown, dripping in jewelry from head to toe.

But the diamond necklace around her neck looked very familiar.