I spent five long years scrubbing greasy dishes overseas, and I’d finally paid off every last cent of my husband’s debt. I was heading home to give him the surprise of a lifetime. But when I stepped up to our apartment door with my kid in tow, I found the whole place thick with dust, and a heavy padlock hanging on the latch. A neighbor walking by stopped short, gawking at me like I’d grown a second head. "Wait, didn’t you and Declan break up? What are you doing back in town?" My heart dropped into my stomach. I spun around and raced straight to the company where my husband worked, only for the receptionist to block my path at the door. "You’re here for President Declan Scott? He didn’t come in today. He’s hosting his baby’s first month celebration." Right then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A news notification popped up, and the headline burned right into my retinas. "Declan Scott, CEO of the Scott Group, Spends a Million on his child’s First Birthday Celebration. The Happy Couple Looks More in Love Than Ever!" Right alongside that notification, a voice note from Declan popped through. He said, "Honey, I scored a few cheap outfits for our boy online. They only cost a couple dozen bucks. Make sure you pick them up when they arrive, okay?" And through the background static, a woman’s amused, teasing voice drifted clear as day, saying, "The bet’s done already. How much longer are you going to scam that Eunice Lopez with that fake marriage license? You’ve pretended to be broke for all these years. Don’t you get tired?” So that was the truth. I was the only one who'd actually been broke this whole time. After everything I'd been through, all the twists and turns, I'd somehow ended up as the actual other woman.