Her Cheating Husband, His Wife's Receipts

My cheating husband expected me to be his alibi.
Too bad his mistress was the reason he needed one.

For eleven years, Owen Hammond was my charming, polished, everybody-believes-him husband. The man who could turn a lie into a story before anyone thought to question it.

And I was always the wife who backed him up.

Then Detective Carmen Reyes knocked...

My hero husband had a mistress, a firehouse, and a spotless reputation.
Too bad I kept the receipts.

For eleven years, Wade Pelletier was my brave, beloved, volunteer fire captain husband. The fundraiser calendar hero. The man every kid in Hartland waved to when his truck rolled by.

And I was always the wife who protected the house.

Then one Fill...

My cheating husband and his mistress came for his mother’s trust.
Too bad their plan needed my signature.

For six years, Brent Hale was my charming husband with the perfect smile, the perfect excuses, and the expensive confidence of someone who always landed on his feet.

And I was the wife who kept the ground under him steady.

Then he brought...

My husband gave his mistress my name, my clients, and my trust.
So I built the file that brought them down.

For four years, Seth Strickland was my charming, golden, everybody-loves-him husband. The real estate agent with the perfect smile and the hand at my back. The man who guided me through rooms, deals, and decisions I had already built myself....

My husband and his mistress thought they could run.
They forgot I hunt skips for a living.

I’d been feeding Audrey Beckett dinner for a year before I found out she was sleeping with my husband. She had a key to my house, a place at my kitchen table, and access to the wine cabinet. Grant called her our friend. She was actually his mistress.

Then...

My cheating husband used my overnight shifts to meet his mistress.
He forgot every call leaves a record.

I’m a 911 dispatcher. For eight years, my husband Trent Tate timed my coffee before every shift, filled my gas tank, and texted to make sure I was safe. What he was really doing was making sure I stayed behind my console while he slipped into...

My cheating husband used my cruise ship to smuggle contraband.
Too bad every door aboard keeps a record.

For four years, Garrett Crawford was my charming, supportive, everybody-likes-him husband. The man who said our commuter marriage worked because we trusted each other.

And I was the wife who gave him his own keycard to my cabin.

Then a federal...

My cheating husband forged my veterinary records for his mistress.
Too bad I keep my own copies.

For three years, Mitch Langford was my charming, polished, everybody-trusts-him husband. The man who rebuilt my name in Wellington after I nearly lost my career.

And I was the wife whose signature made his barn look legitimate.

Then I saw him kiss...

My cheating husband stole from the dead to satisfy his mistress.
Now I’ll unearth enough evidence to bury them both.

For four years, Craig Lawson was my polished, capable, everybody-trusts-him husband. The man who handled the business side of my family funeral home while I handled the dead.

And I was the wife who believed him when he said we couldn...

My cheating husband hid his mistress in the background footage.
Too bad I edit all the film.

People think infidelity arrives like a gunshot. Mine arrived at twenty-four frames per second.

For ten years, Jude Miller was my husband. The charming producer everyone trusted. The man who brought me coffee in the edit bay, stole half my breakfast...

I caught my doctor husband kissing a nurse at our fertility clinic.
Turns out revenge really is the best medicine.

For twenty-three years, Dr. Ian Pratt was my husband. The man whose coffee I made. Whose late nights I forgave.

Whose favorite dinner I still brought to the clinic because I thought he’d forgotten to eat again.

He was also the fertility...

My cheating husband planned to ride off with his mistress.
Too bad every mile left a paper trail.

I heard my husband tell another woman he was leaving me.

Because I was cold. Because I didn’t love him. Because I might be having an affair.

All lies.

I had given up my accounting firm to help build Merritt Luxury Auto with him.

I kept his books.

Protected...