The Side Piece, My True Identity

It was the day before our fifth wedding anniversary.

The manager of a luxury jewelry boutique called me out of the blue.

He claimed the high-end piece I had customized for my husband had been accidentally damaged by a staff member.

They were willing to pay the penalty fee, but before I could even process my anger, he hung up.

A second later, my phone pinged with a notification.

My husband had sent me a message along with a six-million-dollar transfer.

"So you're the pathetic little side