I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

barely supporting his weight as the two guards dragged him out from behind the front desk and into the open space of the grand lobby.

The walk of shame had begun.

Justin was forced to move across the expansive, spotless marble floor. He looked up, his tear-streaked face desperate for a single sympathetic eye. He looked toward the velvet lounge chairs.continue reading …