The pan crashed onto the floral carpet with a loud thud.

The adulterous pair froze and turned to look at her, tangled with the blanket and sweat, their eyes darting to the doorway. Their faces immediately went ashen seeing her standing there.

Isabelle clamped a her hand over her mouth, trembling as if her very bones had turned to ice. She could not mutter a single word and her gaze kept flickering from one face to the other.

She had seen and sensed the signs. It was very ...