But there was something intimate about the way they leaned in toward each other. Natalie touched the man’s arm, her smile soft and warm. John felt a wave of nausea. She was cheating on him. There was no other explanation.
He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to storm over and confront them. But no—he had to be sure. He had to catch her in the act. That night, when Natalie returned home, she acted as if nothing had happened.