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

of birthdays, anniversaries, Christmas mornings, and whispered promises.

Reduced to a performance for another woman.

Marcus glanced toward me.

“Would you like us to refuse their reservation?”

I shook my head.

“No.”

“What are your instructions?”

I smiled.

“Treat them like royalty.”

He looked confused.

“The best wine.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“The best table.”

“Of course.”

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