My Money, His Mistress

he windows. Lily woke up wheezing, her small ches

haler, my hands shak

t with panic. "Lily can't breath

op being dramatic. She probably just wants

rd Chloe's laugh, then h

tone hardening. "You owe Chloe an apology

he hu

, disbelief warring w

emergency room alone, my heart pounding with fear for

ollhouse months ago, incredibly detailed, incredibly expensive –

igh-end toy sto

were. Ethan,

llhouse as the man

ne!" Leo shrie

gently. "Oh, Ethan

ave it. You can get Lily something el

esent," I said, my voice fl

insisted, his patience thinn

this dollhouse was custom-ordered and paid for by Mrs.

rrassed. I signed for the dollho

hloe's older Instagram posts, the ones Jessica ha

o be networking at a local seminar, showed Chloe skiing, a man's

been ill and I'd needed him, featured Chloe and Ethan, champagne glasses rai

All the "late nights,"

le other life he was living, funded by

e to protect his ego