Two Can Play: A Revenge Romance

My husband was sleeping with my best friend behind my back for six months.

Six months of roses. Six months of "you are my everything" while he was making her moan his name.

I trusted him with my whole heart. He handed it to her like a cheap gift.

So when Dominic Ford showed up with rage in his eyes and proof in his hands, something in me snapped.

And in that broken, dangerous place, a sinful idea was born.

An affair, I told him, meeting his gaze. Real. Raw. Dirty. No strings. No limits. We give them exactly what they deserve.

He studied me for a long, slow moment. Then he pulled me close and whispered:

When do we start?

Dominic Ford touched me like he was trying to ruin me for every other man.

He succeeded.

This was supposed to hurt them.

It was never supposed to feel this good.

It was never supposed to feel like home.

Now our cheating spouses are on their knees, right where we wanted them. But Dominic is looking at me like the plan just changed. And God help me, I don't want to walk away either.

We agreed. No strings. No feelings. Just revenge.

That was the deal.

We lied.