Chapter 1

After Ethan cheated and crawled back to our marriage, my entire family turned into his personal surveillance team.

Whenever he went out to take the trash, my dad would sneak behind him and Snapchat me a video: "He's being good. Didn't even glance at his phone."

When he had a meeting at his law firm, my mom disguised herself as a janitor and snuck in: "Not a single woman got within ten feet of him."

When he flew back from a court case, my best friend, Mia, scanned him from head to toe with a lint roller.

"No stray hairs, no lipstick stains. Everything's clean."

Everyone guaranteed me that Ethan's heart was back in the right place.

Even Ethan himself knelt by my bedside every night, swearing he would only love me and our unborn child.

That was until I was seven months pregnant.

Ethan was away on a business trip, and I went to the hospital for a routine checkup alone.

As I walked past the maternity ward, I froze. There he was, holding a newborn baby, passionately kissing the woman lying on the hospital bed.

And my parents and Mia were standing right beside the bed, their eyes welling with tears of joy.

I recognized the woman instantly. It was Iris, his former mistress.

The moment they saw me, everyone went into defense mode, reflexively shielding the baby from me.

But I just calmly walked up and adjusted Ethan's collar.

"Cute baby. She looks like you. I won't interrupt your happy family moment."