"It must have been so hard for you, holding it in all these days."
Nicholas Ainsworth laughed. "You're one to talk. You slept with your ex-husband, yet you still get into bed with me every night without the slightest hint of shame. Now that I'm giving you a taste of your own medicine, you can't take it? Jean Grant, if you just wanted to mess around with men, why did you even bother getting married?"
Jean Grant refused to admit it. "I didn't. That's all there is to it. No matter how many times you say it, it didn't happen."
Nicholas Ainsworth let out a cold laugh, forcing her over to the computer desk. He turned on the computer and played a video.
Jean Grant's eyes widened in disbelief. She never imagined it would be a video of her and Marlon Marshall in a hotel room. There was no sound, but from the look on her face, she was clearly enjoying every moment.
In an instant, her steadfast denial became a slap in her own face.
