I found out who my husband’s lover was and showed up at her family’s party. In front of all the guests, I handed her back the red lingerie I’d found in my husband’s car. But the game had only just begun…

Chapter 1: The Trojan Gift

I walked into the opulent grand foyer of the Moretti Estate carrying a flawlessly wrapped silver gift box. As I glided past the velvet-draped entrance, nearly every woman in the vaulted room offered me a polite, saccharine smile.

They assumed, quite naturally, that the quiet, dutiful wife had arrived bearing an artisanal dessert, or perhaps a bespoke anniversary token.

They were catastrophically mistaken.

Resting quietly inside that shimmering box was a piece of crimson lace lingerie. I’d unearthed it three weeks earlier, wedged deep beneath the passenger seat of my husband’s imported luxury sedan.

It still carried the phantom trace of her signature fragrance—a suffocating blend of jasmine and misplaced arrogance.