When the Heart Remembers
"Misunderstanding? Please. Girls like her, I've seen a million of them. They sneak into a man's bed and then try to use it to threaten the wife. That's her whole game."
Audrey's carefully styled hair was a wreck now, her curls pulled loose and messy. She looked out at the crowd, their smirks and whispers cutting into her like knives. Her eyes darted nervously.
"I swear, it wasn't me…"
Michael just stood to the side, calm as ever. His gaze kept flickering, and I felt it brush past where I was standing.
Then his assistant turned on the big screen.
The footage rolled.
There he was—the bald, beer-bellied creep I'd seen that night, tugging up his pants as he stumbled out of Room 800. Hours later,