Seven Years of Misunderstanding

Synopsis

I was twenty-eight, and I'd left him seven years ago. That night at the party, he grabbed my wrist and said, "Five million for one night. Is that enough?" He thought I'd left him for money. He never knew the real reason I walked away in the rain back then. I bent, humiliatingly picked up the black card he'd thrown at my feet, and followed him out to a presidential suite of a top luxury hotel...