“Finn, I told you not to disturb me. I’m busy!”I heard my husband’s voice from inside his office sounding a bit rushed, breathless, and irritated.“It’s not Finn. It’s, uhm… me, Loraine,” I said softly, glancing at Finn, who stayed glued to his desk, looking all wary and guilty. His fingers kept massaging the back of his neck like he wished the floor would swallow him.I heard silence for a second, then faint shuffling—a chair scraping, fabric rustling, the kind of movement that sounded like someone trying not to be heard.“Could you please open the door for me?” I asked, already sensing the panic behind it.“Just… hold on, for a sec!” he shouted, his voice tripping over itself.“It’s okay, I can wait,” I uttered, rocking back and forth on my heels, listening as seconds prolonged and more muffled noises filled the room.Maybe looking for a place to hide his mistress.When the door finally opened, he appeared slightly flushed, and breathing uneven. Those amber eyes that once made me w
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