In the days that followed, Geston practically made the hospital his second home.Using her post-transplant weakness as an excuse, Daphne Primrose summoned him for everything, big and small. Today, it was pain at the incision site. Tomorrow, it was insomnia.Geston became her on-call personal attendant, circling around her twenty-four hours a day.When he did come home, it was only in passing—to grab a few changes of clothes before rushing back out.Meanwhile, Daphne, like a queen who had finally won her war, began provoking me with increasing boldness. She sent me intimate photos of herself with Geston. In one picture, he was bending his head to peel an apple for her, his gaze tender in a way I had never once seen.She sent me screenshots of his social media posts.That post was visible to everyone—except me.[My wife is so understanding, more and more like the lady of the house.]The photo beneath it, however, showed his hand clasping Daphne's.She even called me late at nigh
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