Emily’s fingers tightened around her phone as she tried to steady her thoughts. She couldn’t just storm in and accuse him—it would play right into his hands. He’d deny it, just like before. Worse, he’d probably twist the situation to make her look like the villain.
Her eyes flicked back to the table where Mark and the woman sat. They were so absorbed in each other, so oblivious to the world around them. It made her stomach churn, but it also gave her an idea.