Page 74 of Perdition

She just might; I have no idea what Redtube has discovered.

The night before, before he’d gone to the red maple’s empty resting place to grieve, he’d called Red and told him his suspicions about Sarah—her knowing about the mole on his ask, the piercing scar on his dick, and the tattoo on hip should have been impossible. That meant that somehow, somewhere she’d seen him naked and, again, that was impossible. He’d only ever gotten naked for his doctor, his wife, and for a quick outdoor shower, on base in Riyad.

Like he was summoned by the Devil, Redtube knocked on the door.

Frost let him in, and immediately knew from the look on the man’s face that something was up.

“Got something,” Red said, his dark gray eyes flashing with anger. He held up his tablet, hit play, and lifted it so Frost could see.

In silence, Frost watched the surveillance video, and with each second, the rage within in grew hotter.

“That fucking bitch!” he growled.

“You can’t confront her about this yet, though,” Red informed him.

“Why the fuck not? That bitch needs to be locked in the shed with a rabid junkyard dog.” Frost wanted to choked her to death with his own hands, but he was trying to fix his marriage, and the worst thing to do was get himself locked up for animal cruelty.

And again, the Devil delivered.

A knock on the door sounded, making both men turn to look.

“She just drove in,” Cluster called through the door. “Should I make her wait in the common room?”

“Yes,” Frost answered, barely getting the word out through clenched teeth.

Red swore, shaking his head. “That woman cannot take a hint—then again, she’s meant to be persistent, isn’t she?”

And that was the truth, which was something Red and his contacts were slowly unraveling.

Another truth? He’d been deliberately blind to what Sarah had been doing. Yes, he enjoyed her attention. Yes, she made him feel good, needed, seen, and like the man he’d been before his twins left home, and Em poured into her business, leaving him afloat.

Alone.

Ripe for the picking.

And he’d fallen right from the branch into Sarah’s manipulative hands.

Frost grunted, handed the tablet back to Red, and then headed out to stand face to face with the woman who’d been instrumental in helping him ruin his own fucking life.

Without breaking stride, he strode down the hallway and into the common room where Sarah was standing, dressed in a pair of short shorts, a tank top—without a bra, and heels.

“We fucked, Sarah, that don’t mean shit. Besides, I was only taking one for the team to keep you from bothering the prez,” Cluster was saying as Frost came up behind them.

“Come on, Cluster, just tell me what’s going on; why am I here?” Sarah asked in that whiny voice Frost just not recognized as a voice she used with him often.

He stopped just behind Sarah, crossed his arms, and waited.

He needed that last few seconds to get his head on straight, because, just seeing Sarah, made him want to turn the fuck around, find his wife, and hug the hell out of her.

Hindsight was 20/20, and now that he knew the truth about Sarah and her schemes, the depth of his own betrayal became that much more devastating.

For a man who led other men into battle, he was ashamed to say he’d been so easily fooled.

Because you weren’t focused on what was good and true—your family. Your marriage.

When she caught sight of him, Sarah dropped the sour glare she was sending Cluster, and raised her arms to wrap them around Frost’s neck.

He grabbed her arms, holding them aloft and way from his body.