“I don’t think I can keep doing this,” Derek muttered.

Chloe pulled her mouth from his neck, face twisting sour. “What do you mean?”

He shot upright, startling her. Her hand slipped from his shoulder as he swung his legs off the bed and crossed to the window.

“You know exactly what I mean.” His voice was low, dangerous. “You promised to divorce him. Nine years I’ve waited, seven since the wedding. I swallowed it when you married him. I waited while you swore you’d leave. And still nothing.”

My breath caught behind the door.

So she’d been sleeping with Derek the whole time she stole my husband.

Chloe rose,...