..."Did someone come over?" I asked, pulling away from his kiss and fixing my gaze on the showerhead, my voice steady despite the unease creeping into my chest.My husband, Nick Doyle, followed my stare, and color drained from his face. He stammered, "Oh, Randy stayed over for a couple of days. You were away, and I was bored, so I invited him to hang out and have a few drinks."The words hit me like a punch, sapping my strength. Randy Dupont was his best friend and the secretary at a partner's company. I had met him just yesterday, and Nick was lying."Go shower," I said, pushing him out of my arms. "I'll make you dinner."He bit his lip, his eyes glistening with sadness. "Honey, do you not love me anymore?"I swallowed a bitter laugh. He was the one whose heart was no longer in it."It's fine," he added quickly, brushing off his own question with a forced smile. "I know you're tired. I'll go shower."He leaned in, planting a rough kiss on my cheek. But as he bent forward, I g
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