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Husband Chooses His Mistress

The earth trembled beneath us as we cuddled in the warmth of our cabin. Dean's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes, and I felt his body tense beside mine. "It's Piper again," he muttered, his eyes scanning the message. The color drained from his face. "There's been an earthquake where she's staying. She's trapped." I placed a protective hand over my swollen belly, feeling our baby kick as if sensing my sudden anxiety. "That's terrible. When rescue teams get there—" "I have to go to her," Dean interrupted, already on his feet, grabbing his jacket. The words didn't register at first. "Go to her?
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Chapter 3

The Aspen winter charity weekend was supposed to be our chance to reconnect. Dean had promised we'd spend time together, just the two of us, away from Piper's constant presence in our home. I'd packed my grandmother's emerald earrings—the only piece of jewelry I owned that wasn't a replica, though I hadn't told Dean I knew about his deception yet. I wanted to believe we could salvage something from the wreckage of our marriage.

The Grand Aspen Resort glittered with wealth and privilege as we arrived, snow falling gently outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. Victoria Ashworth greeted us in the lobby, her eyes sliding past me to where Piper stood just behind Dean, as if they were the couple and I was the unwelcome addition.

"Emersyn, darling," Victoria said, her smile not reaching her eyes. "How lovely to see you up and about. We were all so concerned after your... unfortunate incident."

The way she said "incident"—as if losing my child was a minor inconvenience—made my chest tighten. Before I could respond, Dean placed his hand on the small of Piper's back, guiding her forward.

"Piper's been a tremendous help to us," he said, the "us" landing like a slap. "I don't know what we would have done without her."

I stood there, invisible, as the conversation flowed around me. When we finally reached our suite, I was relieved to find it was just for Dean and me—Piper had her own room down the hall. A small mercy.

"I'm going to check on Piper," Dean said, dropping his bags just inside our door. "Make sure she's settled."

"Of course you are," I whispered after he left, but he was already gone.

I unpacked slowly, hanging my gowns for the weekend's events and placing my jewelry case on the dresser. The emerald earrings caught the light as I took them out, reminding me of my grandmother's smile when she'd given them to me. "For when you need to remember your worth," she'd said.

I needed that reminder now more than ever.

The first event was a cocktail reception that evening. I wore a simple black dress, my grandmother's emeralds my only adornment. Dean barely glanced at me as we entered the ballroom, his eyes searching for Piper. When he found her, his face transformed with a smile I hadn't seen directed at me in months.

The next morning, I woke to commotion in the hallway. Voices raised in alarm, doors opening and closing. I slipped on a robe and stepped outside our suite to find Victoria and several security guards standing outside a room three doors down.

"What's happening?" I asked a woman I recognized from previous charity events.

"Someone's been stealing," she whispered, eyes wide with scandal. "Victoria's diamond tennis bracelet, Margaret's sapphire pendant, and Elizabeth's ruby ring—all gone from their rooms."

My stomach dropped as I remembered seeing those exact pieces on Piper at various events—pieces I now knew Dean had purchased for her. Before I could process this, Victoria spotted me.

"Ah, Emersyn," she said, her voice carrying down the hallway. "Perhaps you'd be willing to have your room searched first? Set an example for everyone?"

The request seemed innocent, but something in her eyes made my skin crawl. Still, with everyone watching, I nodded. "Of course."

Dean appeared beside me as the security team entered our suite. "What's going on?"

"Just a routine search," Victoria said smoothly. "Some items have gone missing."

I stood frozen as they methodically went through our belongings. When they reached my jewelry case, my heart stopped. There, nestled beside my grandmother's emeralds, were Victoria's diamond bracelet, Margaret's pendant, and Elizabeth's ring—pieces I had never seen before, let alone taken.

"These are the missing items," the security guard announced, holding them up.

The hallway fell silent. All eyes turned to me, filled with judgment and disgust. I opened my mouth to protest, but no words came out.

"I don't understand," Dean said, his voice cold with disappointment. "Emersyn, how could you?"

He believed it. Without question, without hesitation, my husband believed I was a thief.

Then Piper stepped forward from the crowd, her face a perfect mask of concern. "I saw her admiring them yesterday," she said softly. "I thought she was just being appreciative. I never imagined..."

"I didn't take anything," I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Someone planted those in my case."

Dean stepped away from me, shaking his head. "I apologize for my wife's behavior," he announced to the gathered crowd. "Of course we'll make full restitution."

The humiliation burned through me like acid. Not once did he ask for my side, not once did he consider I might be innocent. In that moment, whatever remained of my love for him crumbled to dust.

Hours later, after the formal apologies had been made and the weekend continued with strained politeness, Piper cornered me in an empty hallway. The mask of concern was gone, replaced by cold triumph.

"You should see your face," she said, her voice low and vicious. "So shocked, so betrayed. Did you really think he'd choose you over me?"

She pulled out her phone, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. "I have quite the collection. Would you like to see?"

The video showed Dean and Piper together, intimately entwined in what appeared to be a hotel room. The timestamp showed three weeks after our wedding.

"This is my favorite," she said, swiping to another video with a timestamp from just last month. "But there are so many to choose from."

I tried to turn away, but she grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my skin. "Do you want to know the best part?" Her smile was cruel. "Your precious grandmother walked in on us at your house two years ago. The shock of seeing her beloved granddaughter's husband with another woman—well, that's what triggered her heart attack."

The world tilted beneath my feet. "You're lying," I whispered.

"Ask Dean," she said, releasing my arm. "Watch his face when you mention it. He was there when she collapsed. He called the ambulance while I slipped out the back door."

She walked away, leaving me shattered against the wall, the truth of my grandmother's death crushing what little remained of my heart.

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