Two Can Play

My husband was sleeping with my best friend behind my back for six months.

Six months of roses. Six months of 'you are my everything' while he was making her moan his name.

I trusted him with my whole heart.

He handed it to her like a cheap gift.

So when Dominic Ford showed up with rage in his eyes and proof in his hands, something in me snapped.

And in that broken, dangerous place, a sinful idea was born.

"An affair," I told him, meeting his gaze. "Real. Raw. Dirty. No strings. No limits. We give them exactly what they deserve."

He studied me for a long, slow moment.

Then he pulled me close as he whispered.

"When do we start?"

Dominic Ford touched me like he was trying to ruin me for every other man.

He succeeded.

He took me apart, piece by piece, night after night, until I was shaking and screaming and begging for more... and when morning came I was crawling back for everything he gave me the night before.

This was supposed to hurt them.

It was never supposed to feel this good.

It was never supposed to feel like home.

Now our cheating spouses are on their knees, right where we wanted them.

But Dominic is looking at me like the plan just changed.

And God help me, I don't want to walk away either.

We agreed. No strings. No feelings. Just revenge.

That was the deal.

We lied.

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WARNING: This story contains explicit scenes and two broken people who find each other in the most sinful way possible.

CELESTE

"Your husband is having an affair with my wife."

The water in my mouth splashed out before I could stop it.

I stared at Dominic Ford across the table, certain I had heard him wrong. I had to have heard him wrong. Because what he just said was impossible.

Julian would never cheat on me.

"Mr. Ford." I set my glass down carefully, the way you do when your hands are shaking and you don't want anyone to notice. "Is this a joke? Because it's not funny."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

He didn't. Dominic Ford never looked like anything except serious. But that didn't mean he was right.

"Julian loves me," I said firmly. "He would never do something like this."

"I know." His voice was quiet and tired. "I said the same thing about Sera three months ago."

Sera.

Just her name made my chest do something strange. Seraphine Ford. My best friend since forever. The woman who cried at my wedding. The woman who called me every single day and told me how lucky I was to have a man like Julian.

We were practically sisters.

"This isn't possible," I said again, but my voice came out smaller this time.

Dominic looked at me the way people look at someone they feel sorry for. I hated it.

"Did you never see the signs?" he asked.

"There were no