I lay in bed beside Andrew, staring at the ceiling.

The question of whether my husband was cheating on me was no longer a question.

He was.

I had seen enough. The livestream, the condom, the message, the women who had all somehow claimed to be Mrs. Evans. There was no innocent explanation left that could make any of it disappear.

Now I had to figure out how to leave him.

And that was going to be harder than finding out he was cheating.

My first concern was Kelly.

If I confronted Andrew now, I knew exactly what would happen. He would bring in the corporate attorneys from Evans Global...