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

of a Swiss watch.

At exactly 5:57 p.m., the black Mercedes rolled beneath the illuminated entrance of the Grand Sterling Hotel.

I wasn’t standing in the lobby.

Owners rarely were.

Instead, I watched everything from the executive observation suite on the twenty-ninth floor, where a wall of discreet security monitors displayed every public area of the hotel continue reading …