My husband took his mistress to the most expensive hotel in Manhattan… never realizing the owner was the wife he had just betrayed.

package.

He had unknowingly booked the finest suite… in my hotel.

He even requested the owner personally stay away because he wanted “complete privacy.”

I looked at my hotel manager.

“When do they arrive?”

“Friday evening at six.”

I smiled.

“Excellent.”

I had three days to prepare the most unforgettable weekend of their lives.

Neither of them had the slightest continue reading …