His Doom Comes When He Falls for Her
When I accompany my best friend, Olivia Martin, to the hotel in hopes of catching her partner in the act red-handed, I end up catching my own husband, Wilson Gunner, instead.
I don't break down in tears, nor do I throw a tantrum. In fact, I even shoot a smile at the young lady who's with Wilson.
"Don't worry. I'll keep this a secret."
The lady shoots me a grateful look before stumbling out of the hotel room haphazardly.
Not only does Wilson not feel any sense of shame, but he also looks at me approvingly.
"I knew you were sensible enough to not cause a fuss. Since you're a plastic surgeon, you should know that it's rare to see young ladies who have never gone under the knife nowadays.
"The woman from earlier is au naturale. Besides, she's all clean and pure, so you have nothing to worry about."
I lower my gaze and nod gently in agreement. But I don't plan on telling Wilson that the so-called au naturale woman was still a young man last week.