I Went on a Blind Date With a Billionaire — But My Husband Screwed Him First
And our spoiled teenage daughter is threatening emancipation — with her sexual NFT business stoking the flames.
The 3-am pounding shook my bed back and forth, as faint screams wafted under our bedroom door. My husband is conveniently 2,500 miles away, probably seducing some Hawaiian banker right now, on the last night of his island “business” trip — or crawling into bed with a hula-skirt-clad waitress he’ll quietly write into his company payroll.
By 4-am, the screams dissipated and the guest suite thumping ceased. My dad’s prison mentor had moved onto his next victim (for the day). I closed my eyes, suppressing the guilt that accompanied my premeditated betrayal. It isn’t cheating if your divorce lawyer suggests it…right?
My hand hurriedly groped for the vibrating device in the sheets, but it was useless: The rattling alert had already made its way to the iPad downstairs, next to the last person who needed eyes on this.
Peering over my bedroom balcony, I watched my dad reach for the quaking tablet below, as my trembling phone edged itself off the bed behind me.
Ring: There is motion at your Front Door.
