I didn’t sleep.I lay perfectly still beside Bruce, counting his breaths, waiting for the deep, even rhythm that meant he was fully unconscious. It took an hour. Maybe more. Time had lost all meaning since I’d overheard the truth.When I was certain he wouldn’t wake, I slipped from the bed and padded silently down the hallway to Charlotte’s room.My daughter slept sprawled across her twin bed, one arm flung over Mr. Hoppy, the stuffed rabbit she’d had since she was two. Her face was peaceful in sleep, innocent, unaware that her entire world was built on lies.I sank into the rocking chair beside the bed — the same chair where I’d nursed her as a baby, where I’d read countless bedtime stories, where I’d held her during nightmares and soothed her back to sleep.This room had been my sanctuary. The only place in this massive house where I felt like I mattered, where my presence was wanted.But it wasn’t mine. None of it was. The house belonged to Bruce, purchased with Spears money. The f
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