My Wife’s Best Friend Took Everything from Me

My wife’s male best friend lost a finger-guessing game and was pressured into revealing the most intimate thing he’d done with the opposite sex.

He glanced at me and smirked.

“I got handsy with Cassie.”

The room froze. A beat later, gasps and laughter erupted as everyone caught his meaning.

I stared at my wife’s five-month belly. My vision went black.

Tristan Cole seemed to realize only then, but he just shrugged casually.

“Oh, when Cassie first got pregnant, you refused to touch her. She was miserable. I just did her a favor. Better me than her sneaking around, right?”