Chapter 2: The First Crack
Within minutes, everything began to unravel.
The hotel manager received a call. His expression changed instantly.
“Yes, Mrs. Whitmore… understood.”
He turned to Vanessa.
“Mrs. Caldwell… your access privileges have been revoked.”
“What?” Vanessa snapped. “Do you know who I am?”
“Yes,” he replied carefully. “But I also know who she is.”
Vanessa felt the eyes of the entire lobby on her—judging, whispering.
Her phone buzzed.
A message from her husband.
“What did you do?”
Her fingers trembled as she typed back, but before she could send anything, another message came.
May you like
“Mother is furious.”
Vanessa’s stomach dropped.
