He Brought His Mistress Home—So I Threw The Party He Didn’t Expect

him. I looked at Jessica, preening like a peacock.

“Yes, Franco,” I said, my voice magnified by the speakers, calm and steady. “I do have a gift. I worked very hard to find it. I spared no expense.”

I signaled to the head waiter, a man I had tipped heavily beforehand. He walked onto the stage and handed me a large, crimson envelope. The color of blood.continue reading …