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

dramatically.

“For you?

Anything.”

Marcus muted the monitor just long enough to stop himself from laughing.

“He booked everything.”

“I know.”

“He didn’t even read the prices.”

“I know.”

“He’ll owe almost ninety thousand dollars before tomorrow.”

“I know.”

An hour later, they entered the Presidential Suite.

Even I had to admit it was spectacular.

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