Chapter 3

My dear wife really couldn't let go of her six male models.

I put the phone back on the nightstand, pretending I had seen nothing.

The next morning, I packed a few clothes and grabbed my suitcase.

Mia stopped me at the front door.

"Babe, why are you packing a bag?"

I turned to her with a warm smile.

"I have a new project. I need to go on a week-long business trip."

Her eyes filled with sweet, feigned sadness.

"Make sure to bring me a souvenir when you get back! I'll miss you!"

I nodded and rolled my suitcase out the door.

Oh, I would absolutely bring her a gift. A massive one.

After leaving the house, I took an Uber to a luxury hotel.

The receptionist asked for my ID to check me in. I pulled out my wallet and handed over my ID.

In my rush, an old, faded photograph slipped out with it.

The receptionist processed my check-in and handed back my ID along with the photo.

"You dropped this, sir."

I took the photo and gave a polite nod. "Thank you."

"You and the lady in the photo look beautiful together," she smiled.

I didn't say anything. I just turned and headed up the elevator.

After staying in the hotel for a week, I pulled out a burner phone and sent a message to a contact I had been coordinating with.

[It's time.]

Moments later, I opened my laptop. The screen showed a real-time mirror of Mia's SnapChat account.

The seven-member group chat was active again.

The guy nicknamed "Monday" started the conversation.

[Mia, you haven't texted us in a week. Do you really not miss us?]

[Did you forget all about your babies?]

Mia replied instantly.

[Of course I miss you guys! You're all my sweet babies!]

The other guys quickly jumped in.

Tuesday: [But you haven't sent us any sexy photos lately, let alone met up with us. We feel abandoned.]

Mia: [Never! I'll come see you boys tomorrow.]

Wednesday: [But tomorrow is Sunday. Who are you going to see? I thought Sunday was reserved for that loser husband of yours!]

Mia: [My husband is on a business trip. He won't be back anytime soon. Don't worry, I'm all yours tomorrow.]

Friday: [Why don't we all meet up together, Mia? If you only choose one of us, the other five will be so jealous. Let's do a group hang. A little 'team-building' session, if you know what I mean.]

The group exploded with dirty jokes and excited agreements.

Mia finally gave in and shared a time and hotel name.

It was the exact hotel where I was staying.