Clara went home to the Mystic Bay Twin Tower to confront her husband. She slammed the door behind her prompting Hector to look in her direction. He was sitting on the sofa watching television in the living room.
"Wife, where have you been? Why didn't you answer my phone calls?" he asked worriedly.
Clara sighed deeply, tears shimmering in her eyes. "I just come from seeing Susan your mistress!"
"What-?" Hector's said aloud, the color drained out of his face.
"I said, I just talked to your mistress Susan awhile ago in her office!" she repeated in an agitated tone.
Shocked, Hector stood up abruptly looking at her wife's face, disbelief in his eyes.
"Y-you know about S-Susan?" he stammered, dreading the words he was about to hear.
