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

For the first time in years…

I saw fear instead of confidence.

“You don’t love me.”

“You loved the woman you thought needed you.”

He reached for my hand.

I stepped back.

“My lawyers have already filed.”

His expression froze.

“What?”

“The divorce petition.”

He blinked.

“You already knew?”

“I knew before you booked this suite.”

His breathing became uneven.

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