I never told my husband’s mistress that I owned the resort where she tried to humiliate me. My husband brought her to “our” anniversary dinner, claiming she was a client. She poured red wine over my dress on purpose. “Oops, maybe the waitresses have a spare uniform for you,” she laughed. I snapped my fingers. The General Manager appeared instantly with two security guards. “Madam?” he asked. “This guest is damaging property,” I said, pointing at her. “Blacklist her from every hotel we own in the world. Now.”
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