My Husband’s Girlfriend Told Me His Every Secret While Sitting in My Salon Chair
His hand lunged forward. “On second thought, I believe I’ve made an error.” I kept my palm resting on the folder. “What kind of error?” He swallowed hard. “I assumed you were someone else.” A dry laugh almost escaped me. “Someone else who bears a striking resemblance to your wife?” Ashley froze instantly. Dale’s gaze…