Chapter 3Selling My Husband To His Stalkers
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I stared at the screen, my pulse thrumming a slow, heavy beat against my ribs.
Through the drywall, the footsteps paused.
A heavy, breathless minute ticked by before the typing bubble appeared.
[The one the studio booked. Why the sudden interrogation? Checking up on me?]
His tone was perfectly engineered—that familiar, indulgent tease he used to deflect.
I didn't take the bait. My thumbs flew across the glass.
[Which hotel did the studio book, Wesley?]
This time, the reply was immediate.
[The Park Hyatt. Why are you asking? Thinking of flying out to surprise me on set?]
I stared at the words Park Hyatt. A venomous spike of pure resentment shot through me.
He lied with such breathtaking ease.
He was in the next room, breathing the same air as me, and he could still fabricate a location two thousand miles away without missing a beat. To protect his untouchable brand, he kept his armor on, even against the woman he married.
I didn't call him out.
Instead, I copied the words Park Hyatt Chicago and dropped them straight into the Telegram chat.
[$10,000. Pleasure doing business.]