Gideon was still stuck in the hospital. His legs weren't working, so he'd been

pretty much glued to the bed. And since Yvette flat-out refused to take care of him, he was left with just the nurses and orderlies to help out.

One afternoon, as he lay there staring at the ceiling, his phone kept buzzing nonstop. He tried to ignore it, but eventually curiosity got the better of him. He reached over, grabbed his phone, and glanced at the screen.

His family group chat had exploded, literally thousands of messages.

Weird. That chat was usually as dead as a doornail. Most days, you could hear crickets chirping in there. What the heck was happening now?

He noticed people had tagged him too. With a frown, he opened the chat and typed: [What's going on? Who's looking for me?]

[Finally, bro! You're alive! Your house is basically on fire right now!]

[Your wife's getting ready to cheat while you're stuck in bed, dude!]

[And not just with anyone, she's trying to hook up with your uncle! She's lost her mind!]

[Congrats on the world's shiniest dunce cap, Gideon.]

Gideon read through the messages, his face turning more and more complicated. He scrolled up, and sure enough, half the family was ranting about Yvette and Silas, saying her behavior was totally off the rails.

he saw someone had posted a link to a live stream. He clicked in, only to be greeted by a video of Yvette, dressed like she was headed for a wild summer pool party, trash-talking him and blatantly

explain what the heck is going

for who's filming, your uncle and

[Callie, seriously, if you're streaming with my uncle, then who's the

believe Silas would

here with my wife, eating pizza and watching

who's

stand-in. Your wife's not too bright. She can't even

phone, feeling like he

Yvette

Silas.

known she was reckle

to seduce

but never imagined she'd

humiliate the

completely clueless that

with wasn't even

many beers, started acting up. And

her stripping down, and most people in

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