Reborn to Ruin My Cheating Husband

I'm eight months pregnant as I push open the bedroom door.

My husband Francis is rolling around on our marital bed with another woman.

The floor is littered with torn clothes and used condoms.

I rush forward like a madwoman, trying to pull them apart. Francis backhands me with a slap, sending me sprawling.

He slowly puts on his bathrobe and looks down at me condescendingly.

"Chloe, you're just a stand-in I bought with money. You really think you're Mrs. Carter?

I'll fuck whoever I want. Make another scene and get the hell out."