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Chapter 6: Jessie’s POV

Author: Nancii Agosto
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It feels like an eternity before I hear the door slowly unlock and open. I look up to see my husband answering in nothing but a bath towel. He seemed calm in his demeanor and it almost felt as though he were mocking me.

“What are you doing here honey?” He seemed puzzled rather than the guilty Face I’d anticipated seeing.

“The more important question is why you’re here.”

“Well I am in a bath towel. I think it’s safe to assume I was bathing.” His sarcasm accompanied by his forced smile made me uncomfortable. “That doesn’t necessarily answer my question though.”

I felt no need to answer his question honestly as I push past him angrily and begin my search. I lift the quilt, throwing it off the bed and to my surprise, nothing. The bed wasn’t even stained and there was no sign of anyone being in it. I then hastily make my way to the bathroom and the closet, leaving nothing closed or unturned but am once again, disappointed to find no one in sight but my husband. Not even a strand of fo
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