STACY'S POVThe hot water from the shower did little to wash away the strange, heavy feeling clinging to my skin. It wasn’t fear. Not anymore. Standing under the spray, I let myself feel it—the solid, unshakable weight of Michael’s protection. It was more than a man defending his wife. It was a fortress being built around a part of me I’d thought was broken forever.For years with Matt, I was an accessory. A thing to be polished, displayed, and then ignored in a corner. His family, my so-called family, treated me like a faulty appliance. Too quiet. Too barren. Too much. And when I was finally used up, they discarded me. No one came looking. Why would they? The quiet, broken wife had no value.I turned off the water, the silence of our bathroom a comfort. Wrapping myself in a thick towel, I caught my reflection in the foggy mirror. My eyes held a new hardness. If they knew, I thought, a bitter twist in my stomach. If Helen and George ever found out about the money, the company, this li
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