My Husband’s Mistress Is Trying to Screw Both of Us (Out of a Lot More Than Sex Or Money)

But my husband’s pointing the loaded barrel back at me, with a duplicitous finger on the trigger.

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When you attend a cryptic meeting at Laguna Beach’s most esteemed cliffside hotel — and a number one tourist, photography, engagement, and wedding destination — you can bet there will be cameras…everywhere. Maybe that was his ploy all along: Choose an obnoxiously renowned location to obfuscate the suspicious few who don’t belong. What else could I expect from a man who’d already screwed me over, at my husband’s direction (to the tune of $2M)?

“If I trusted your husband, I wouldn’t be here…and neither would you.”

I suppose he’s right — or that’s what my husband wants me to think…

A vaguely vulgar betrayal

Guys like my husband call it “close to the vest” — that’s their justification for covert missions, under the guise of a confidential, need-to-know business basis. When those stealth initiatives morph into hush-hush 7-figure fast-cash real estate transactions and “entertainment” funds sent to women who’ve never graced their payrolls or client lists, “close to the vest” starts to feel like outright deception. Maybe…