Max sounded confused. "In bed, obviously. Babe, what's going on with you?"
"Then why won't you turn on your camera?"
He paused for two seconds.
"Power's out at the apartment. Can't turn it on."
I let out a cold, sharp laugh. I was done holding back.
I kicked the hotel room door wide open.
"Is lying to me fun for you, Max?"
He lifted his head, frozen in place, eyes flashing with shock and panic.
"B-Babe!"
"You told me you left this morning. Why are you still here?"
His phone slipped from his hand again and clattered against the floor.
Max scrambled to pull his clothes on. Even in his panic, he didn't forget to yank the comforter over the girl beside him, tossing her camisole at her.
"Get dressed and get out."
The girl wrinkled her nose, looking more annoyed than ashamed. "I was wondering who'd show up. Turns out it's the frumpy little wife."
She dressed with lazy, deliberate slowness, glancing my way every few seconds with a look designed to provoke.
"So what if you caught us? What are you going to do about it?"
"Once a man's heart isn't in it anymore, he'll just sneak around behind your back anyway."
"Shut your mouth!" Max snapped, his expression turning cold in an instant.