Revenge Conception

When Justine discovers that her husband has been cheating on her, she doesn't just get mad. She has a plan to get even! She's going to get knocked up by a stranger, and fool her cheating husband into believing he's the father...

Excerpt:
I scrubbed at the back of my hand in a vain attempt to rub out the pale mark left behind when I removed my wedding ring. A purely nervous gesture and nothing more.

In the dim lighting of this bar, it was unlikely to be noticed anyway.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to focus on my plan. Still not believing that everything had come down to this.

Just a month ago, if someone had told me that I’d be looking to cheat on my husband, I might have laughed in their face. I had never once had the thought of being unfaithful to Damien.

Until I caught him with his mistress.

His boss at work, of all people.

I’d planned to surprise him with dinner at his office when he’d told me that he had to work late. Only to walk in on him fucking that other woman.

I had been so shocked, I’d backed away instead of confronting him. Later, as my mind had begun to comprehend what I had seen, I was furious. It might have been satisfying to confront my cheating husband then, to demand a divorce after seven years of marriage.

But then I overheard him talking to his ‘other woman’ on the phone. Swearing to her that he wasn’t fucking me. That we lived as strangers.

Apparently, if she thought he was fucking his wife, she would stop fucking him.

And that gave me an idea.

Instead of getting mad, I was going to get even.

I shivered slightly, wishing that I could have a little alcohol to calm my nerves. But that wouldn’t help me in my plans tonight.

My body was achingly sensitive. Ready to be touched.

Damien and I had put off having kids for years, as we’d both focused on our careers. But that was supposed to change soon, and I’d gone off the pill in preparation for that.

I was here not just to get laid.

I wanted to get pregnant.

He thought I was out on a girls’ night, which would leave him free to have an extra bit of time to be with his mistress. As long as I coaxed him into sleeping with me in a week or so, I was pretty sure I could convince him that he was the one who had knocked me up.

And of course, there would be no way for him to hide his wife’s pregnancy from his co-workers.

Which mean that his boss would cut him off without sex.

It was the perfect plan.