After a few drinks, Selena offered to help me to a room upstairs, citing my apparent dizziness.
"Mrs. Smith, please, rest well!"
She locked the door behind her as she left.
I stumbled, on the verge of falling. But a pair of hands steadied me. There was someone else in the room!
Suddenly, my gaze lifted, and at that unexpected moment, I found a man before me!
Downstairs, the surveillance video began its silent accusation on the big screen, drawing all eyes.
A voice pierced through the murmur of the crowd. Someone gasped in astonishment and pointed toward the vast screen.
"Look! Isn't that Henry's wife?"
"Yes. Why is she in a room with another man? What's going on?"
