My husband came into the hotel lobby with his fingers entwined with his mistress’s, openly displaying their relationship. Then he spotted me laughing with a man. His grip slackened so abruptly that she glanced at their hands. For the first time that weekend, Daniel Harper could no longer maintain his happy expression.
The man sitting with me was my cousin. Daniel had no idea, and I chose not to enlighten him yet. Sometimes a guilty person reveals more when you let him act before providing the explanation.
Chapter 1: The
