Chapter 1
I found out my husband dropped $20,000 on breast implants–for his side piece.
So, I bribed the surgeon to swap the implants for squeaky rubber chickens.
At the charity gala, she took a spill and those things let out a squeal the whole ballroom heard.
Now the hashtag #Rubber Chicken Boob Job# is trending everywhere. The cheating pair are socially done for.
I first noticed something was off while sorting the laundry.
Stuffed in my husband Michael Carter’s suit jacket was a crumpled receipt from Mayfair Aesthetics.
I smoothed it open–the name “Bella Rose” stabbed at my eyes like a needle.
Right below it: Customized Teardrop package – $19,800 each.
This month, he’d just told me the company had “cash–flow problems.”
Turns out he poured twenty grand into fake boobs for his side piece.
No wonder he’s been claiming “late nights at the office,” crashing into bed without even touching me.
Last week, he stumbled home at 3 a.m. reeking of perfume, insisting it was “from entertaining clients at a karaoke lounge.”
I used to think it was work stress. Now I know where his energy really went.
My phone buzzed.
A text from Michael: [Working late tonight. Don’t wait up.]
He attached a shot of his “office view.” B In the window’s reflection, though, I could see a hotel vanity.
Bella Rose?
That TikTok influencer?
I opened Tiktok and searched her name. Sure enough, up popped a heavily–filtered girl with caked–on makeup, gyrating for the
camera.
In her latest livestream she cooed, “Thanks to my top gifter for the Luxury Car! Love you, my bro~”
And the username flashing on the screen? Michael’s favorite gaming handle.
I lay awake till past midnight, staring at the ceiling.
Around 2 a.m., Michael crept into bed.
Once he started snoring, I slipped his phone out. The passcode was still our daughter’s birthday.
In the chat logs, Michael was sweet–talking her like a total simp: [Baby, you deserve the best.) [Don’t worry about the money. I booked you the premium silicone–feel’s gonna be completely natural.] [Once the surgery’s done, I’ll take you to the charity gala. Everyone will see how gorgeous my wife is.]
Wife?
Michael, you really are something
I shut his phone, grabbed mine, and scrolled to a number I hadn’t dialed in years.
“Hello? Dr. Luke Harris? I’ve got a little business deal for you.”
There was a beat of silence, then a low chuckle. “Lena, who are you trying to set up this time?”
I drained my wine, licking a drop from the corner of my mouth.
“This time, I’m not setting anyone up,” I murmured, eyes narrowing.
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“Just… something entertaining.”
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