My Husband's Mistress Was My College RoommateChapter 1

The warehouse workers were off for the New Year holiday, but I was still hauling inventory when my supervisor's relentless calls dragged me to a college reunion.

Every classmate at the table was dressed to impress—polished, expensive, put together.

And then there was me. A work uniform washed so many times it had faded to gray, the cuffs frayed and threadbare.

The real showstopper was my former roommate, Fiona Lawson.

She glided in wearing a couture gown, dripping in jewelry from head to toe.

But the diamond necklace around her neck looked very familiar.

I couldn't help asking, "Fiona, where did you get that necklace? It must have cost a fortune."

"Oh, I didn't buy it. My sugar daddy took it from his wife." She waved her hand dismissively. "I've also got a few prime retail properties—he tricked his wife into thinking the company lost money and had to sell them off. They all went to me."

I nodded sympathetically.

"Times are tough. My husband's company lost money too. We just sold some properties a few days ago to pay off his debts."