CEO’s Revenge I Exposed My Wife’s Affair at the Annual Gala

I came home from a business trip to find my personal slippers still damp.

I asked Mary Henson if we'd had visitors.

She froze for a split second, then laughed. "How could we? You know I'm hopeless at socializing."

"I just like staying in on weekends, nice and quiet."

"Isn't that what you always said you loved about me? How well-behaved I am?"

I gave a noncommittal smile and waited until she left to go shopping. Then I searched the apartment, room by room.

Someone had used the razor in the bathroom. A set of pajamas in the walk-in closet had been worn.