Jim Jackson?
If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would’ve sworn up and down that my husband wasn’t the type to cheat. No way. Not him!
Just this morning we were all lovey-dovey, and now—bam! I get hit with this scene straight out of a bad soap opera.
And the funniest part? I was just here to help my bestie catch her cheating man… and ended up catching my own husband red-handed. What kind of twisted plot twist is this?!
Rage boiled inside me. My fists clenched so tight they could crack diamonds. My eyes were practically breathing fire—I was ready to eat that pair of filthy lovebirds alive. I had to see what kind of cheap floozy dared seduce my man.
“Linda, breathe. Calm down!”
Right. As if that was going to happen. Kristy tugged on my arm, trying to stop me.
But I felt like I’d just been slapped across the face in public. A big, burning slap of humiliation.
Everyone around me knew how well Jim treated me. Marrying him was like staying a pampered single girl—no cooking, no laundry, no job if I didn’t want one. Whatever made me happy, he was all for it.
And now this “five-star husband” was cheating behind my back? Seriously?!
If Kristy hadn’t dragged me out today to bust her own man, I’d have been sleeping in till ten like usual and never seen this coming.
“Calm down?! You think I can calm down right now?!”
I shoved Kristy off and stormed toward Jim like a woman possessed. I was full-on hell hath no fury mode—ready to throw hands with gods or devils, whoever got in my way.
I was almost close enough to hear them talk. My throat was burning, fury about to burst out. I grabbed a cup of coffee nearby, aiming to splash it straight into that vixen’s face.
Just as I was about to make my grand entrance, someone yanked me backward into a hot, solid chest. Strong arms locked around me, and before I could scream, a hand covered my mouth and started dragging me toward the elevator—without alerting Jim.
I blinked. What the hell?
Then I saw the face. Oh, hell no.
“Cameron Tucker! You bastard, let me go!”
Cameron was my childhood friend. His family struck it rich, and now he was one of New York’s most eligible bachelors. I knew he owned this hotel, and that’s why I’d dared to make such a scene in the first place.
Whatever mess I made, he’d clean it up. That was the deal.
And right now? I didn’t care about anything but ripping the homewrecker to shreds.
“Cut it out! They’re my guests! Linda Evans, have you completely lost it? What’s the point of throwing a slap now? You want real proof—catch them in bed, not at brunch! As long as they’re not doing the nasty, technically it’s just lunch. You got no case!”
“Bullshit! Since when does lunch involve cuddles and flirty giggles? Do I look three years old to you?!”
I was gasping, trembling with rage. That kind of betrayal—it bites like a viper. The venom was rushing through my veins, and I could barely stand.
“Linda, Cameron has a point. Calm down. Think about it—Jim’s always been good to you. Maybe you misunderstood? Let’s just observe first, okay?”
Kristy was pulling me into the elevator too, scared I’d blow the whole place up.
“Kristy, your guy’s in room 104, third floor. I’ve got people watching the door. You can go nuts in a minute.”
Cameron held onto me like I was a bomb about to explode, terrified I’d break free and go claw Jim’s face off.
“Thanks, Cameron. Just keep Linda in check for now—I’ve gotta deal with my own cheating pig first. And Linda, don’t take it too hard. These days? A man who doesn’t sneak around is practically extinct.”
Kristy’s words hit me like another slap. All that time I spent bragging about how sweet my life was—only to end up the butt of the biggest joke.
“Get the hell off me!”
I shoved Cameron away. As the elevator rose, I glared at him like I was ready to chop him into pieces. And believe me, I meant it.