Finally, I force my legs to move. Standing dramatically in the foyer isn’t going to solve anything. I head farther into the house. No sign of Shaun anywhere downstairs. I take the stairs and make my way to his room. By the time I reach it, my pulse is pounding all over again. The door is partially open. I push it wider and step inside. The steady rush of running water drifts from the bathroom. The shower. I stop. A bitter laugh almost escapes me. So let me get this straight. He spent last night naked in bed beside me, holding me while I slept… then came over here, fucked another woman, and now he’s washing her off? God damn him. The thought burns all the way down. I sweep a glance around the room. At least the bed is made. Perfect. I walk over, sit on the edge of it, and wait. Eventually, after what feels like forever—long enough for my heartbeat to settle and my breathing to stop sounding like I’d run a marathon—the sound of the shower cuts off. The room falls quiet. A few s
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