She Chose the Chauffeur, So I Chose Revenge

The day I went with Sally James to pick up her prenatal results, she suddenly confessed.

"I cheated on you."

"And the baby isn't yours. It's your driver's. It's Sebastian Henson's."

Sally said it the way someone sets down a heavy bag, her tone so light it bordered on cruel.

"Sebastian's young, you know. He's different. He knows how to sweet-talk a woman, how to wear her out."

"Not like you. You were raised on rules your whole life, the perfect young master. He's a refreshing change."

My fingertips tightened, inch by inch.

She added with a smile,