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

silence.

More than four hundred guests stared first at me… then at Daniel.

His face had turned ghost white.

The confident man who had walked into my hotel only twenty-four hours earlier now looked like someone desperately searching for an exit.

Vanessa slowly stepped away from him.

“You…” she whispered. “You told me your wife decorated houses.”

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