My Ex Husband Grew Too Generous

Every time Wesley brought one of his girls home, he would conveniently bring a college boy back for me.

"I need a thrill, and you need company," he would say, his tone perfectly casual. "We both get what we want, Caroline. Nobody gets to play the victim here."

But this last time, he played his hand too far.

He brought another twenty-something kid to the house and sat me down, using that perfectly measured, reasonable voice he saved for board meetings.

"Birth control failed. Sophie's pregnant. She's refusing to keep the baby unless I legitimize it and give the kid my last name.