Too Late for Regrets

My daughter held up the provocative black lace teddy my husband’s secretary had deliberately left in our house, looking at me with pure innocence.

"Mommy, what is this?"

My mind went completely blank. A wave of humiliation and fiery rage surged through me.

I never imagined they would dare to cross this line!

Eight years of marriage had completely rotten whatever love Carter had once felt for me.

Time and time again, he had brought women home just to test my limits, and I had always looked the other way.

But this time, he had targeted my little girl.