Bernard POV
I could barely control my rage as I drove through downtown Sacramento, gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles were white. My private investigator's phone call kept replaying in my head - Vanya was at some fancy restaurant with another man, acting like she had money to burn. The betrayal cut through me like a knife.
"Drive faster, Bernard," Tracy said from the passenger seat, her voice sharp with anger. "I want to catch that lying b***h in the act."
"The speed limit is thirty-five here," my mother said from the back seat. "We don't need to get pulled over on top of everything else."
"I don't care about the speed limit," I snarled. "I want to see what my w***e wife is up to."
When we pulled up to Bella Vista, I felt my anger explode even more. This place was one of
