William had just called me a whore, wasn't he the one I caught walking out of a hotel with a woman a few days ago? I felt a huge surge of rage come over me, my tears dried up on their own.

So he took me for a whore? So I'm going to show him what a whore is. I got up, headed for the bedroom. I grabbed my keys, my purse, and slammed the living room door behind me toward Wesley's building.

Arrived at the building, I took a quick look at the window of Wesley's office. The lights were on, so he's back. I zoomed past the guards...