The Mistress Picked the Wrong Man

What’s it like secretly dating the boss behind his wife’s back?

A link to an article popped up on my phone. The sender waited just long enough before unsending it.

“Sorry, Mrs. Summers! Wrong person!”

The apology came from our new receptionist.

I frowned and was about to send my husband a screenshot, but he beat me to it.

“Babe, look at this. That two-faced idiot thinks our driver is me!”

After a long day, I was reaching for my bag to head home when my phone chimed.

A new message flashed across the screen.