My cheating husband should never have gone after my grandmother.
My husband brings my grandmother peonies every week. He sits in her sunroom, holds her hand, and tells her he loves her. She calls him a good man.
He doesn't know I know he's cheating on me, or that I saw him sleeping with my grandmother's nurse while my grandmother napped in the next room.
They've spent months poisoning my grandmother against me. Telling her I don't call. Telling her I want to sell her house. Turning the woman who has always deeply loved me into someone who treats me with disdain.
When I discover my husband is trying to steal my grandmother's fortune, and my inheritance, I see red.
My husband thinks I'm the trusting wife who makes his dinner and doesn't ask questions. He told his mistress I see what I want to see.
He doesn't know I've seen them. I have proof of everything he's done.
And I'm going to make him pay.
