Major Tyson Bradford had two mistresses- his family and his career. He loved them both. For the first time, the two demanded his presence at the same time. He’d failed to secure his ailing eighty-year-old Aunt into his home. All the traditional methods were met with her disdain and lack of cooperation. She’d only stay with family.
Lynay's four-year-old son had severe asthma. Fear strangled her each time he fell gasping to breathe. Her minimum wage job barely kept up with his escalating medications costs. Medicaid only went so far. Her baby needed more help than she could provide.
Anne, her best friend and Tyson’s sister, suggested something unconventional for the two of them. A contract marriage. Since his deployment would take place in less than a week, out of desperation, Tyson and Lynay agree to a marriage that would meet both of their pressing needs. His only requirement: absolute fidelity during their marriage. Since Lynay hadn’t been sexually active since the birth of her son, she agreed.
Everyone got what they wanted, right? Wrong. Allison, Tyson’s ex-wife refused to accept not only their divorce of three years, but Tyson’s re-marriage as well.
An uncommon path of destruction pummeled Tyson’s Achilles heel. Seeds of deception were sown, and ultimately led to the breakup of their marriage.
But to a woman scorned, the breakdown of the faux marriage was simply gravy. She intended to teach him a lesson. Her ultimate vengeance: his total ruin.
In her hatred, she forgot one thing. She messed with his family. And nobody messed with his family, for long.
