My brother, who runs a hotel in Honolulu, called me and asked, “Where is your husband?” I replied, “He’s on a business trip in Manhattan.” He responded, “No, he’s at my hotel in Hawaii with a beautiful lady, and he’s using your ATM card.” With my brother’s help, I made a revenge plan. The next day, my husband called me in panic.

My name is Allison Rhodes, and until seven days ago I believed my marriage to Bradley Foster was stable enough to   withstand ordinary disappointments, even if it had long ago lost the warmth and spontaneity we once shared during our early years together in Chicago, Illinois.   Everything shifted when my older brother, Cameron…

My brother, Luca Moretti, runs a small beachfront hotel on Oahu. We were raised in New Jersey in a family that counted expenses and argued over phone bills, so when Luca called me at 7:12 a.m., the tension in his voice told me immediately something was wrong.

“Claire,” he said, dropping my married name the way he only did when he was anxious, “where is Ethan?”   “My husband?” I glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall. “He left yesterday. New York. Client meetings.” There was a brief silence, then Luca released a slow breath. “No. He checked into my hotel…