My Trashy Husband Framed Me For His Affair, So I Left Him For Good

To promote our meal-prep ghost kitchen as the "cleanest eats in town," my husband, Tyler, forced me—his pregnant wife—to host a livestream. He wanted me to eat ten of our signature Teriyaki Bowls back-to-back, just to prove our food would never cause food poisoning.

Sympathizing with how hard he worked to launch his business, I swallowed my pride and agreed.

But just as my stomach started cramping so badly that I had to run to the bathroom to throw up, I heard the unmistakable sounds of Tyler and his gorgeous female investor hooking up in the back office.