Seducing The Man Who Bought Her

I found out my husband had been sleeping around. The real kicker? My own sister was the one who played matchmaker. When I confronted her, the air in her luxury apartment thick with the scent of expensive sandalwood, she didn’t even flinch. Instead, she swirled her champagne and turned the blame entirely on me. "What is the big deal, Jo?" she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "A successful man is going to have options. If you couldn't keep his attention in the bedroom, that's on you." "Are you insane?" I stared at her, my blood running cold. "A woman should be unconditionally accommodating," she lectured, inspecting her perfectly manicured nails. "Having a girl on the side is nothing. You’re just too narrow-minded. You suffocated him." A bitter, incredulous laugh clawed its way out of my throat. "You are so desperately thirsty for male validation, Brittany. No wonder you’re perfectly content bowing and scraping, living as some rich man's dirty little secret."