Chapter 3
"You told me your wife was away in Chicago for a corporate merger until Friday," Jessica blurted out, her voice cracking with sudden, sharp betrayal.
Marcus turned pale, shooting a furious glare at the younger woman for breaking their carefully rehearsed narrative under pressure.
"Shut up, Jessica, this isn't what it looks like," Marcus hissed through clenched teeth, his facade of controlled sophistication completely disintegrating.
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Vanessa let out a dry, chilling laugh that carried no warmth whatsoever, her eyes locked onto her husband with predatory focus.
"Oh, it looks precisely like a pathetic cliché unfolding in real-time within my own home, Marcus," Vanessa replied without raising her voice.
