The Illusion

The aroma of cappuccino hangs in the air of the bustling café as you slide into the seat opposite Denise. Your designer jeans, leather jacket, and confident stride turn heads, a stark contrast to the nervous energy radiating from your best friend.

“Okay, spill it, Denise,” you prompt, sensing her unease. “I can tell something’s really bothering you.”

Denise fidgets, her eyes darting around the room, landing on the new five-star hotel across the street. Just as she starts to speak, your gaze follows hers, and you pause, momentarily distracted by the imposing building. “Wait, how long has that hotel been there?”

But then, your eyes snap back across the street, widening in disbelief as three figures emerge from the hotel entrance. It’s James, your husband, and he’s not alone. As you watch in horror, he kisses both of the women with him.