Two Can Play

The morning I discovered my husband's six-month affair with my best friend, something inside me shattered. But I didn't break. I burned.
Then Dominic Ford appeared at my door—rage in his eyes, proof in his hands. His wife was the other half of their betrayal. We were strangers united by a single, devastating truth: our lives had been a lie.
So I made him an offer. An affair of our own. No strings. No limits. Just devastating, deliberate revenge.
His answer was a whisper against my skin: "When do we start?"
He touched me like he was trying to ruin me for every other man. He succeeded.
Night after night, he took me apart until I was begging for more... and every morning, I crawled back for everything he'd given me.
This was supposed to destroy them.
It was never supposed to feel like home.
Now our cheating spouses are on their knees, exactly where we wanted them. But when Dominic looks at me, I see the plan has shifted.
And the most terrifying part?
I don't want to walk away either.
We made a deal. No feelings. Just revenge.
We lied. And now, the lines between revenge and ruin have blurred to nothing.