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Author P.O.V.
Winston-Salem, North Carolina at the Northern Lights Country Club
"Should we go in?"
"Wait."
Monica Cook stood at the cracked-open door of the private room, frozen for what felt like forever.
The bass-heavy music thumped through the walls. Men's laughter and women's flirty voices slipped out into the hallway.
Marvin Hightower, Northern Lights Country Club's manager, hid behind her, terrified to make a sound.
He had no idea what his old classmate was up too.
If she's here to catch her husband cheating, why has she not stormed in already?
If she was hurt, why did she look so calm?
Monica simply stared straight through the gap, listening to the scene unfold in front of her.
Under the glow of the crystal chandelier,
