The New Year's Eve party in Chloe and Mark’s Upper East Side apartment was in full swing. The sprawling living room, with its floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a sparkling Manhattan skyline, was packed. The air was a thick, intoxicating cocktail of expensive perfume, spilled champagne, and the sweet, skunky smoke drifting from a half-dozen discreetly passed joints. The bass from the stereo throbbed like a second heartbeat. Mark, host and investment banker, clinked glasses with his wife, Chloe. She was a vision in a tight silver dress that hugged her slender frame, her blonde hair perfectly… 閱讀更多