On Valentine’s Day, I picked up my husband’s flowers and discovered he was living three separate lives. Mine was the $99 basic bouquet. Another woman got $399 imported roses. And a third received a $1,299 luxury arrangement. Three years ago, I nearly bled out in labor while he proposed to someone else on a beach in L.A. When my parents needed blood after a crash, he lied and let them die. Now three deceived women have stopped hating the wrong person. We’re joining forces to take everything from him. Three bouquets. Three secret lives. One revenge.
