Chapter 3: Unraveling Threads
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The city hummed within a golden veil of streetlight, steady and unaffected by the storm that raged in Mia’s heart. In the low, orange light of the café, she sat alone, tapping at the ceramic cup in front of her. The meeting with Sophia had ignited her imagination with possibilities, none of them good.
Was Alex cheating? Or was this something different altogether?
Mia had once vowed she wouldn’t be the kind of woman who questioned her husband. But she was here, thinking about stalking him as if she were a private investigator. The idea turned her stomach.
Her phone buzzed on the table.
Sophia: We have a lead. He’s going to the Eastwood Hotel. You coming?
Mia inhaled sharply. The Eastwood Hotel. That wasn’t where business meetings were held — it was where discretion lived. A place where secrets were given a home behind closed doors and shut lips.
She gulped down the lump in her throat and replied with a single word.
Mia: On my way.
The Trail of Deception
Mia held the steering wheel, her hands trembling. She had no clue whether it was fear or fury pumping through her blood, but there was one thing she was confident of — she would have to go herself.
As she pulled in, she noticed Alex’s black car, parked far back near the entrance. She cut her engine and leaned forward, squinting through the rain-slicked windshield. A new surge of nausea rolled through her at the sight.
Rachel Monroe.
She stood outside the entrance, adjusting her reflection in the glass doors before entering. Alex was already there. Mia knew it.
Her heart raced as she considered what to do next. Should she follow? Should she confront them? Or that she should just quit while she was still ahead, lest she destroy whatever illusion of love she had left?
She had jumped at a knock on her window.
Sophia.
She got into the passenger seat with a grim expression. "He’s in there. Checked in under an assumed name.”
Mia’s breath hitched. "You’re sure?"
Sophia nodded. "Positive. Rachel’s name is on the guest list as well.”
The world tipped down under Mia’s feet.
So it was true.
The Confrontation
She didn’t recall deciding to move, but she was pushing through the imposing hotel doors, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor with resolve.
The receptionist hardly had a moment to look up before Mia was marching across the lobby and into the elevators. She didn’t care who saw her. Didn’t care if she was causing a scene.
She needed answers.
Her heart raced as she pressed the button for the top floor.
Ding.
The doors opened to a plush hallway with mahogany doors on either side. Mia hesitated for a moment before striding forward.
Room 709.
She paused at the door, her hands balled into fists. She could hear voices inside — muffled, laughter, the unmistakable intimacy of intimacy.
She raised her hand to knock—
Then the door opened by itself.
And there stood Alex.
His eyes widened in shock, his expression changing in a moment from surprise to something unreadable. But before he could speak, Mia’s gaze floated beyond him.
Rachel was inside. In a silk robe, wine glass in hand.
Mia’s world cracked apart.
“Mia—” Alex stepped forward, but she stepped back, shaking her head.
Her voice was low, but steady. "Don’t. Just don’t."
Rachel put down her wine glass, looking unfazed, as though she had been expecting this.
“Mia, it’s not what it looks like,” Alex said, his voice almost a plea.
She let out a hollow laugh. "Really? Because it looks just like what it looks like.”
Rachel sighed and crossed her arms. Isn’t everybody now? Maybe we should take a pause and —
Mia’s glare cut through her. "Shut up."
Rachel cringed, but remained silent.
Mia faced Alex again, her voice shaking. "How long?"
Alex swallowed hard. "Mia, please. Let me explain.”
"How. Long?" She asked, her voice cracking.
Silence hung between them. And in that silence, Mia had her answer.
Long enough.
Something inside her broke. With no further words, she walked away with her back to me, leaving the love she had created with me for her years.
What’s Mia’s next move? And is Alex’s b
betrayal the only secret that needs to be revealed?
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