Zara tossed on her bed, a blinding headache pounding through her skull as she blinked awake.
"Argh…" she groaned, gently massaging her temples.
She reached toward the nightstand and slammed her hand on her blaring phone to silence it.
Sitting up, her back slumped against the headboard, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. That's when she noticed the covered plate beside her—along with a small folded note.
She picked it up, squinting as she read:
"Sorry for interrupting your sleep. I had to leave, and the kids were still asleep.
Drink this hangover medicine and be strong.
Love you."
A small smile tugged at her lips. "Cute," she mumbled.
Another throb stabbed her forehead. She picked up the medicine bottle and took a careful sip.
Suddenly, a flash—
Her lips on Ace's.
Zara gasped, nearly choking on the liquid. "What… What did I do last night?" she whispered, horrified.
