Across town at the Bay Spring villa, Erica finally checked her phone after a morning of beauty treatments. She saw a message notification from Michael, or so she thought.
When she opened the photo, her face drained of color. It was the picture Evelyn had sent: Michael and Evelyn, tangled in the sheets of a hotel bed, looking intimately exhausted.
With a shriek of rage, she hurled her phone against the marble floor. The screen shattered, but her fury didn't break. "Evelyn Sin! You cheap, shameless woman!" She knew Michael wouldn't have sent this. It was a declaration of war from Evelyn.
Her phone, though cracked, buzzed again. It was a message from her assistant. It was another photo, one of Michael holding a child. The child's face was blurred out, but the height was that of a three or four-year-old.
