The one I called my husband, Ethan, was having a secret affair with my childhood best friend behind my back for the past one year.One year of "I love you." One year of "you mean a lot to me" while he was in her bed.I loved him from the bottom of my heart, and he threw it away like cheap wrapping paper.So when Adrian my best friend's husband showed up with proof in his hands, something inside me cracked.He was betrayed too. His wife was cheating on him with my husband.And in that shattered, dangerous space, a sinful thought was born.Nathan and I made an agreement that we would be having an affair: No love. No feelings. Just revenge. This was never supposed to feel like home.But along the line, I got pregnant......