Layla's POV. "I wish you were here beside me instead of her." Donald, my husband's voice rang through the room, although hushed, but I could hear him as clear as the day. It was midnight, and the room was dark save for the faint glow from his phone; I laid still beside him on the bed, eyes closed, my breath held tightly, pretending to be asleep, while I listened to his phonecall. "Don't worry, she can't hear me, she sleeps like a rock." He blurted, bursting into a quiet laughter. The words hit me hard against the ear, pressing heavily down my chest but I held on tightly, refusing to blink; I kept my face buried in the pillow, my lips slightly parted in feigned sleep. "Meet me at my office tomorrow, I have a gift for you," he mumbled. "But you know what you have to do to get it." I shivered quietly as the call progressed, listening as he showered whoever it was over the phone with the affection he no longer gave me. The call ended a few moments later. The screen light died, a
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