Click. Click. Click.Then, a voice. Smooth as aged whiskey, cultured, carrying effortlessly up the grand staircase to where I stood rooted, trembling, behind my bedroom door. A voice that coiled around my spine like a venomous serpent."Ethan, darling. This is... an unexpected tableau."Claire.Her name detonated inside my skull, a silent scream echoing the one trapped in my throat. Cassandra was wrong. It was Claire. Ethan’s ghost, his unfinished symphony, the woman whose shadow had stretched over our marriage since the beginning. And she was here, again. Now. In the aftermath of that.Humiliation, fresh and scalding, washed over the raw ache Ethan’s touch, his words, his abandonment had left. It warred with a sudden, blinding fury that turned my vision red at the edges. He’d left me reeling from his cruelty, from the intimacy twisted into rejection, only to welcome her? Had he planned this? Was she the reason he’d pulled away, called me a mistake? The white-hot coal of anger Naomi h
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