The doorbell rang at 8:47 PM on a Tuesday, and with it, my entire life shattered.I know the exact time because I was staring at the oven clock, watching my husband's dinner dry out for the third time that week. The coq au vin. His favorite, the one I'd spent four hours preparing, the one that was supposed to remind him of our honeymoon in Provence. It was turning into expensive leather in a Le Creuset pot that cost more than my first car.My phone sat on the marble counter, screen dark. Three unanswered calls. Two texts, both read but not replied to.Flynn had left his office at 6:15. His assistant confirmed it when I called, her voice carefully neutral. The drive took twenty minutes. He was two hours and twelve minutes late.I touched the string of pearls at my throat. A gift from Flynn. Like almost everything I wore these days.The cashmere sweater in the exact shade of beige he'd mentioned he liked. The honey blonde hair I maintained every six weeks, even though I'd been auburn be
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