In the act

THIRD PERSON'S POV

Three hours later, Jamal was approaching a huge, green gate attached to a high fence that circled the mansion standing taller inside the compound.

The tarred road was serene. Other mansions stood a good distance away from each other on both sides of the road. It was a high-end area. Almost like a resort.

Jamal stepped out of the car, banging the door shut with his jaw scraping the ground. It was the most shocking revelation of the night.

Spending hours just to find his father's dirty little secret had just turned out to be more than he bargained. The house. The area. It was awfully and nostalgically familiar to him.

It was one of their family houses. They always came here when his father wanted to get away from his duties and needed time alone. Or when it was a holiday. This was his family's bonding spot.

But now, his father was using it for his hanky-panky business? Of all the houses they owned, why did he choose to taint this one with his dirty sec