I forced a smile and took the cash from her. I bought some whiskey at the resort bar and took it to her suite but when I arrived there, I realized something... this isn't her suite. Now I understand why the number '102' sounds so familiar to me. 

This is my husband's suite, seeing the familiar faces of the bodyguards who are standing tall in front of the suite, made my thoughts true. Realizing that, my heart skipped a bit. I gulped down clutching onto the bottle of whiskey which one of the guards—Jake chose and bought from the bar. 

I don't know why I am feeling so bad and...