His Double Life

1.

On our third wedding anniversary, a courier delivered the cake Finn had so carefully prepared.

It was an exquisite, minimalist white box, tied with a silk ribbon. I opened it to find elegant frosting script that read: "Happy Third Anniversary, Finn & Cora."

In that instant, my blood ran cold. The air around me felt like it had turned to ice.

I'm not Cora. Cora is his administrative assistant, who had just graduated from university and always looked innocent.

My gut feeling was confirmed