On the other side of the room, Clara was still struggling. Simon was firmly gripping her wrist. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake him off.
Simon had this obsessive need; he wouldn't rest until he saw the heartbreak in Clara's eyes.
“Let go of me!”
In a swift move, Clara kicked him right where it hurt the most.
Simon doubled over instinctively, his face turning as pale as a ghost from the pain. “Clara!”
She backed away a few steps, but instead of making a run for it, she headed straight for the suite where Michael was staying. She couldn’t forget why she came here tonight.
Sonya hadn’t called her yet, which probably meant things went according to plan.
Clara hung around the suite for about an hour, only leaving after she saw Sonya helping a wobbly Michael out of the room.
The next morning, as soon as she was up, Clara texted Ada from an unknown number, urging her to catch Michael in the act.
Ada had received countless messages like this over the years and usually brushed them off without a second thought. As long as she held the title of Mrs. Ferguson, Michael's escapades didn’t bother her.
She was ready to ignore this one too, until a photo popped up in her messages. The woman hugging Michael was her sister, Sonya!
Ada was stunned and bolted upright on the sofa. It wasn't Michael's cheating that got to her, but the fact that he did it with her sister. Sonya hadn’t really kept up with her looks, so how did he even find her attractive?
Fuming, Ada's hands shook as she called Michael, but Sonya picked up instead.
Sonya’s voice oozed smugness, perfectly fitting her short-sighted persona. “Sorry, Ada, but your man spent the night with me.”
Ada was speechless for a moment, then rage took over and she drove straight to Moonlight.
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