Chapter 2

"Ros, what are you staring at? Oliver's been giving you heart eyes for the last five minutes — we're in public, girl, rein it in." My best friend Daisy elbowed me with a grin.

I forced a smile and let my gaze drift across the room, landing on Candy Whitmore standing alone in the corner.

She was wearing a nearly sheer silk slip dress. Over it, she'd thrown on a men's suit jacket — the same one I'd watched Oliver put on before he left the house.

I picked up my champagne glass and looked at Oliver with a calm, cutting smile.

"Candy looks seasick. She's gone completely pale." I tilted my head. "You're always so considerate, honey. Shouldn't you check on her?"

Oliver didn't flinch. He slipped his arm around my waist, his hand drifting to the small of my back, fingers pressing in — an unmistakably intimate gesture.

"Why would I bother with someone else? You're the only one I care about." He dipped his head toward my neck, voice low. "Let's go back to the cabin, baby. OK?"

Once upon a time, I would've blushed and nodded.

Not anymore.

Not when I knew exactly what that hand had been doing under the table twenty minutes ago. My stomach turned.

"I'm tired. I need some air." I stepped out of his grip and walked toward the deck.

The sea breeze helped.

Five years ago, Oliver's startup had collapsed. He was buried in debt, and I was the one who sold our home to give him a second chance. I stood beside him while he clawed his way back from nothing.

Everyone in our circle praised him. Such a devoted husband. Such a family man.

Nobody knew what he was doing behind closed doors.

I stayed on the deck for half an hour, then turned back inside and made my way to the cabins on the second level.

I stopped outside Oliver's private suite.

The door wasn't fully shut.

And through the gap, I heard it — muffled, breathless sounds I recognized immediately.

I stepped closer.

Candy was pressed against the back of the door, the jacket already pooled on the floor. Oliver's hand moved beneath her dress. She let out a sharp little gasp.

"Ollie… stop… Ros is still out there…"

"Who cares about her?" He bit down on her neck. "You dressed like this on purpose, didn't you? She's so boring — you're nothing like her."

"You're terrible…" Candy giggled softly. "Lily asked me today when Daddy's going to take her to the theme park."

"Tomorrow. I promise. Now open your legs..."

I stood in the hallway and listened to every disgusting second of it, my nails cutting into my palm.

I didn't storm in. I didn't scream.

I pulled out my phone, aimed it at the gap in the door, and recorded five full minutes of HD video.

Then I turned around and walked back to the party.