His Billionaire Lies

When I was seven months pregnant, I went to the baby boutique to pick out some supplies for my unborn child.

Peering through the shelves, I froze. My husband, Frank, was leaning over, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from a strange woman's forehead.

"Do you know Mr. and Mrs. Byres too?"

The sales assistant asked casually, her head down as she scanned my items.

"Honestly, everyone envies Mrs. Byres. They’ve been married for three years, and Mr. Byres has never had a single scandal."