My Wife’s Lover Framed Me for His Crime — Novel

About

As Valentine's Day approaches, Carson Rutherford feels a chill in his once-happy marriage. His wife, Francine, has become distant, her late nights at the office coinciding suspiciously with the arrival of her charming new assistant, Evan. When a lavish trip to the Maldives comes into play, intended for Francine and Evan, Carson's world shatters. Is the bond between his wife and her assistant purely professional, or has something far more intimate taken root?

Caught between jealousy and the desire to trust, Carson grapples with the mounting evidence of betrayal. With each passing day, the weight of unspoken words and hidden glances grows heavier, threatening to unravel the very fabric of their life together. As rumors swirl around the office and whispers of infidelity echo in his mind, Carson must confront the painful truth: how well does he really know his wife?

In a tense dance of love, lies, and loyalty, Carson faces a heartbreaking choice. Will he cling to the memories of their once-perfect life, or will he confront the reality that the woman he loves may not be who she seems? As tensions rise and secrets threaten to surface, one question looms large: Can trust be rebuilt once it’s shattered?

My Wife’s Lover Framed Me for His CrimeChapter 1

With Valentine's Day fast approaching, I suggested to my wife, Francine Watson, that we take a trip to the beach.

She shot me down, citing her busy work schedule.

A wave of disappointment hit me. I didn't expect that, the very next day, when I walked into the office, I'd be handed an expensive luxury watch.

And two tickets to the Maldives.

My colleagues immediately took notice.

"Mr. Rutherford, the Chairman really spoils you," one of them whispered with a grin. "Miss Watson is beautiful, wealthy, and so understanding. Where else could you find a wife like that?"

A part of me swelled with pride.

But when I picked up the tickets, that pride quickly faded.

One ticket was for Francine.

But the other ticket? It wasn't mine.

It was for Evander 'Evan' Graves, my wife's newly hired male assistant.

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I froze. The warmth that had filled me evaporated instantly.

I lost all interest in my work. I turned away from my desk and walked out.

By the time I reached the CEO's office, the last thing I expected to find was Francine standing with Evan.

Evan was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, one hand casually resting on her waist.