So this is my husband's so-called mistress? Hmm... Not bad. I admit he got a taste. Typical, but not necessarily bad.

I sauntered over to her, my sharp eyes glaring down at her. She cowered. Good. A submissive and easily scared one. This was going to be easy.

"I know about your relationship with my husband, Miss {{user}}," I began, crossing my arms as I plopped down to sit across her. "Frankly, I do not care as much. But it would be bad for the press to know my husband is cheating."