Michael: I said move, Victoria. I am not asking twice.
Victoria: You're making a terrible mistake that you will regret by evening.
Sophie: She made him hide![cite: 1]
The little girl pointed a trembling finger straight toward the embroidered dust ruffle hanging near the floor.
Michael: Victoria, why are you turning completely pale?
Victoria: I am not pale! You're just stressing me out with this ridiculous accusation.
Sophie: He's right there in the dark! I saw his shoes!
Michael: Shoes? Whose shoes, Sophie?
Sophie: The man who brings the fancy legal papers over when you're at the office.
Victoria lunged forward, trying to grab Sophie's arm and pull her toward the hallway door.
Victoria: Get out of this room right now, Sophie!
Michael: Keep your hands off her, Victoria!
Victoria stumbled backward, her designer silk top catching on the edge of the nightstand.
Victoria: Michael, listen to me, please... don't do this...
Michael: Why are you begging if there's nothing to hide?
Victoria: Because you're humiliating me in front of my own stepdaughter!
Sophie: Pull the blanket back, Daddy! Show her!
Michael gripped the hem of the heavy quilt, his knuckles turning stark white as he prepared to lift it.
Can Victoria talk her way out of a discovery that threatens to shatter their marriage forever?
Michael: Let's find out who's sharing our bedroom.