Karma Wears Louboutins

I spent seven years being the eyes for a husband who was going blind, only to discover he’d spent three of them staring at his mistress. He thought leaving his "barren" wife for a pregnant secretary was his final victory, but he forgot one thing: I’m the one who held his life together, and I’m the only one who knows exactly how to tear it apart. By the time I’m done, his wedding will be a funeral, his family will be on their knees, and he will die exactly how he lived—completely and utterly in the dark.