My Husband's Secret Third Family

"Lowell came to see me.

"We... told each other everything."

I stared at her.

I'd assumed a woman like Lucy would have torn into Lowell, screaming.

But she hadn't.

"Naomi, being the other woman isn't so bad."

I thought I'd misheard. "Lucy, what are you saying?"

"You heard me. Lowell promised me. Nothing changes for me.

"Do you honestly think we'd live this well without him?"

I opened my mouth.

"But... but it costs another woman everything."

Lucy went quiet.

"Ms. Fox, I'm begging you!"

"I know."

She pulled her hand free. "Kitty Sullivan will lose. She might even end up behind bars, just like her parents.

"But you and I, we'll be the two women Lowell loves most."

I stared at her, unable to believe it.

I stayed frozen a long moment before my voice came out dry.

"But once he takes the top spot, he'll ruin even more girls..."

"Naomi."

Lucy sighed and looked at me.

"You only get one life, and it's yours to live. Just pretend you never knew Kitty Sullivan existed. Pretend you never knew me.

"You'll be much more comfortable that way."

I gripped my purse.

I didn't move.

She was right.

Lowell had been so patient with Lucy and me.

Once Kitty was gone, we'd be his everything.

We'd get far more than we had now.

Two for one.

A good deal, really.

"Now I understand what you want."

I passed no judgment.

I turned and left.

I passed the mailbox.

I hesitated.

Then I dropped the letter for Kitty Sullivan inside.

The next day someone messaged me.

【Can we meet?】

I knew it was Kitty Sullivan.

She was even more beautiful than her photos.

"This letter. You wrote it to me?"

She slid my report across the table.

"My husband keeps women on the side? Including you? Is it true?"

I nodded hard.

"It's not just the women. He and I are also—"

"You slut!"

A glass of ice water hit me full in the face.

The shock made me flinch.

"Ms. Sullivan?"

"I've been married to my husband for five years. In those five years he took a knife for me!

"How could he ever betray me?"

She grabbed my jaw.

"You think you can write me a fake letter, make me doubt him, get me to divorce him, and then you'd have your chance?"

I coughed hard, twice.

"He took that knife for you to earn your trust!

"So he could get deep into your finances and set a tax trap for you!"

Kitty Sullivan paused.

Her face went uglier.

"I don't believe you. You're just like those other sluts, all trying to come between me and him!"

Those others?

I went still.

"Women have come to me before!"

She let out a cold laugh. "What, did you think you were the first?

"My husband explained it to me long ago. It's all you sluts who won't let go, clawing to be some man's kept woman!

"Let me tell you, other men might fall for it. But Lowell? Never."

"Is that so?"

I smiled.

"And if I showed you the transfer records he sent me?"

Kitty Sullivan froze.

I took out my phone.

I pulled up the evidence I'd had ready all along.

Five years of it.