PROLOGUE

I found out my husband spent thirty-five thousand dollars to buy his mistress a new pair of breasts.

I didn't scream.

I didn't cry.

Instead, I bribed the surgeon to swap the high-end silicone for rubber chickens.

Real ones.

At the Aurora Charity Gala, in front of the city's elite, she tripped on her designer heels.

And she squawked.

Loudly.

Now #SqueakyBoobs is trending number one worldwide.

And the cheating scum and his cheap tramp?

Their lives are officially over.