My cheating wife texted me: “I’m stuck at work. Happy 10th anniversary, babe.” But I was sitting two tables away in the same restaurant, watching her lean across the table and kiss her millionaire boss. Just as I stood up to confront them, a strange woman grabbed my arm and whispered, “Stay calm. The real show’s about to start.”
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Part 4 🍿
I handed Paige’s phone back without opening it.
That may sound like restraint, but by then , I learned the difference between evidence and temptation. Boone had been clear. No snooping. No grabbing. No private detective work of my own. Let the professionals do professional things.
Paige held the phone to her chest.
“I need to call him,” she said.
“No, you need to call your attorney.”
“He’ll be worried.”
That was the wrong thing to say.