Since Julie had stolen my donor identity, she'd undoubtedly pull out all the stops to bury the truth. If Steven investigated this, he'd be fighting a war with his own wife.
It was not my problem to worry about anyway.
After the wedding night, Steven returned to their new home. The gossip about Julie and him heading for divorce quickly fizzled out.
I didn't care how he'd kept Julie in line. That woman was anything but stupid. With Steven's status, if it wasn't me as his mistress, it'd be another woman.
Had Julie checked my background, she'd know Steven would never let me take her place. Her position as Mrs. Jones was secure.
Steven maintained his three-nights-a-week routine, with Mike delivering supplies.
I fished out the condoms to discard them, only to stumble upon sleeping pills.
