Chapter 5

"Sandra, when we bust those two, you gotta help me slap that bitch silly, okay?"

Sandra snorted, her eyes full of scorn. "You're about to get busted, and you're still pretending?

"You've been living upstairs all this time. I know exactly what your screaming sounds like.

"It's the same every single night. You expect me to believe your husband's cheating every night, and he's bringing someone home each time?"

Sandra's words made my heart race.

Michael really did think I was dead, sneaking women into our home night after night while I was away. I clenched my fists, anger swirling…