For a second, every single thing in the room, the music and the chatter of voices dulled into muffled background noises as her eyes locked onto the screen.
On it, a nude image of her being displayed for the largest population of New York to see.
That image, she recognized it very clearly. It had been taken on the night of her second year wedding anniversary with George. It was the first time in her whole time of meeting him he'd shown interest in her—dressed in nothing but a revealing red lace nightgown.
She'd felt deceived then, thought for once in their entire marriage, he'd looked at her with a different type of gaze, but after that night, he'd gone back to being him—cold, distant, unloving and calling Camille's name on the days he had drunk s*x with her.
She'd forgotten a
