Black Wives of Madison Mississippi Somebody Brought A Paternity Test To Brunch

Somebody brought a paternity test to brunch.

And baby, that was just the appetizer.

One minute I'm sipping mimosas with Madison's messiest wives, pretending my marriage isn't hanging on by a thread. The next, a DNA test is sliding across the table, women are screaming, and secrets are dropping faster than church attendance after a scandal.

Including mine.

My husband has been treating me like a piece of furniture with a wedding ring. Something pretty to show off and ignore. But the second the town starts talking, suddenly everybody remembers my name.

Especially Saint.

Saint has been looking at me like a full-course meal for years. Tall, fine, and entirely too confident, he's everything a woman trying to stay out of trouble should avoid. Unfortunately for me, trouble looks real good in a tailored suit.

Now my marriage is falling apart, Madison can't stop gossiping, and Saint keeps showing up exactly when my self-control is running low.

The church mothers are clutching their pearls.

The wives are picking sides.

My husband thinks he can win me back.

Bless his heart.

Because after years of settling for crumbs, I've finally gotten a taste of what I actually want.

And I'm not giving it back.