The Poolside Betrayal That Made An Entire Subdivision Stop

Vanessa was in his arms.

Her black bikini top lay on Marissa’s patio chair. Caleb’s linen pants were folded beside it, neat enough to prove nobody had been in a hurry until the door opened.

Caleb saw Marissa first.

“Marissa,” he said.

He said her name like she was the problem.