It All Amounts to Nothing

After being married for five years, my husband, Harvey Jepson, brings his first love, Debbie Grayson, home after a six-month business trip.

Debbie is over three months pregnant. Harvey says it's hard for her alone, so she's temporarily living with us. I say no, and Harvey warns me to know my place.

His scornful tone seems to hint that he's forgotten this villa was a wedding gift to me. He and his family have been leeching off me for the past five years. This time, I'm cutting all of them off.

I smile and call my assistant. "Draw up a divorce agreement for me now. To think a live-in husband would have the nerve to bring his mistress home so boldly."

After learning that Harvey Jepson was coming home today, I woke up early in the morning and brought out all the souvenirs and little trinkets from all over the world that I'd bought for him, lining them up neatly on the table to welcome him back.

I also told my housekeeper, Fiona Zeller, to prepare all of his favorite dishes for dinner.

Just then, the front door opened, and Harvey entered the house with his first love and ex-girlfriend, Debbri Grayson.

I was completely shocked. Debbie strode over toward me and greeted me while gently rubbing her belly.

"It's been a while, Belle."

I stared at her belly, slightly protruding now, and felt a rush of anger.

Debbie seemed to have noticed the change in my emotions and hurriedly came over to grab my wrist, saying shyly, "Don't get angry, Belle. Everything is my fault. If you must blame someone, blame it on me. Don't lash out at Harv and hurt him."

That was all that Belle said, but it was enough to ignite the bomb that exploded in my mind.

I hadn't even said a single word, but yet, she had told me everything I needed to know.

Harvey stood to the side, watching my reaction, looking like he was going to rush up to protect Debbie from my wrath at any moment.

I clenched my fists by my sides and glared at Harvey. "Aren't you going to explain anything?"

After that, he just sighed and pulled Debbie toward him. "Come with me to pick out a room that you like. Leave the rest to me."

Harvey's gentle demeanor got me completely stunned. He had never been gentle with me before in our five years of marriage.

He then helped Debbie upstairs while keeping a strict eye on me.

The driver, Tim Cruise, then brought in three huge suitcases. I figured that Debbie had probably brought half of all her belongings with her.

Debbie looked a lot more rosy and healthy than me, but Harvey still kept fussing over her like she was some fragile porcelain doll.

I just fell back onto the couch, waiting for Harvey to settle her down and give me an explanation for all of this.

However, as I heard them laughing and giggling