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.

terminate our contract,” I said.

The smile vanished from his face. He stared at the envelope. “You really want to leave?”

“Yes. I’ve taken enough from you. I want to find myself again.”

“Find yourself?” he repeated. “Or run?”

“I’m honoring our deal. You’re a businessman. You understand agreements.”

I stood, unable to meet his gaze. “I’ve packed my things.continue reading …