Chapter 37

"That’s hard to say. People who come here to party… even if they're married, they won’t admit it." With the info they wanted, the two women stepped out of the club. Walking side by side, Alice looked distracted. Jessica Lane nudged her with an elbow. "What’s going through that brain of yours?" Alice glanced up at the sky and let out a quiet sigh. "Not much. Just thinking about how Mr. Hawthorne used to talk Alexander Blake up like he was some kind of saint. If that guy in there really was my husband… then honestly, I’ve got nothing to feel bad about." She’d been carrying guilt over that one mistake for ages, but now? Knowing her husband's been messing around like that even after they got married—why should she feel guilty? Seeing Alice wasn’t falling apart, Jessica smirked, “I don’t know about anything else, but he must be pretty good in bed. Otherwise, no way could he handle two at once.” Alice instantly got what she meant and nearly choked. She reached out and grabbed Jessica’s soft