Wedded to the Devil, Pregnant by His Rival

Romance9 chaptersCompleted

Adeline's POV I found them in my husband's home study at six o'clock on the night of the Drake Soirée. The door was open. It was always open — Tristan said he had nothing to hide. Brielle Sloane was on his desk in the cashmere wrap I'd given him for our anniversary, one leg over the other, laughing at his phone screen. His fingers were resting on her bare knee. Nine weeks along, although I wouldn't learn that until the next morning. She spotted me first. She stayed where she was. Didn't bother covering up. Didn't bother looking ashamed. She looked at my eight-month belly, at my gown, at the clutch in my hand — and smiled. No shame on her face. The smile was slow, almost pleased, the

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