Serving My Husband's Mistress A Wife's Revenge

Steam hissed into the quiet room as I pressed the iron over the pristine white fabric. I was preparing the lab coat Alex Delgado was scheduled to wear the next morning.

Then the front door clicked open. He walked in, bringing with him the sharp tang of hospital antiseptic layered over the cloying sweetness of a woman's perfume.

"She's pregnant."

His voice was calm, clinical. He might as well have been discussing a tumor or a fractured rib.

"Yolanda is an orphan," he continued, loosening his tie. "She needs me."

My hand froze mid-air. The steam curled up, blurring my vision.