The coastal resort was even more breathtakingly opulent in person than it had looked on the computer screen. Clara arrived late in the afternoon, checked into a standard room under her maiden name, and immediately began her stakeout.
It didn’t take long. She walked down to the expansive outdoor pool area, blending into the crowd with a wide-brimmed sun hat and dark sunglasses. She took a seat under a secluded cabana near the back. There he was. Marcus was lounging on a double daybed, wearing the exact designer swim trunks Clara had packed for him. Lying right beside him was a young, laughing woman with a sleek ponytail—his new corporate assistant. Clara watched as Marcus reached over, gently tracing her shoulder before pulling her in for a lingering kiss.
Her chest burned, but she held her ground. She pulled a high-quality digital camera out of her tote bag. With cold precision, she zoomed in and captured dozens of crystal-clear, undeniable photos of them holding hands, kissing, and laughing over cocktails.