Miranda Kim
Her husband listens in as she cheats on him but prefers not to know.
There was a knock on the door of my bedroom suite and a moment later, my housekeeper entered. “Didn’t I tell you not to disturb me, Stacey?” I said, irritated. “I know it’s the weekend, but I’ve got a busy morning. I’m getting ready to take Arabella to her tennis lesson, then I have to receive the ladies from the Garden Club.” “I’m sorry, Ms. Kim,” Stacey said, her tone contrite. “But I have a woman downstairs, Farah Hojj...