My Husband’s Mistress Smiled At Me In A SoHo Café — Then Her Husband Sat Down And Made Me An Offer That Stopped My Breath.

me,” I said, and started walking.

The finance department sat behind thick glass doors on the twenty-eighth floor. Chatter died when Alexander and I entered. “Everyone settle,” Alexander said, not loudly, but with instant command.

All eyes locked on us.

He gestured toward me. “This is Ava Sterling—my wife and your new chief financial officer. From this continue reading …