The key sat in the lock. I had just been about to turn it.Laughter drifted from inside the house, bright and sharp. Each word they uttered stabbed straight into my ears."Keith, you're so good to me! This is limited edition. I've been looking everywhere, but I couldn't find it."Caroline Jenkins' voice was syrupy sweet, the exact tone my husband, Keith Collins, loved most.My voice had always been cool and quiet. I could never fake such soft, clingy sweetness.I used to think he loved me because I was different, with my calm, detached edge.Until the day I accidentally overheard him joking with his friends."Silvia's great in every way. It's just her personality and her voice. They're too bland. It's kind of tasteless."Since that moment, those words had lodged inside me like a tiny thorn. Every time I opened my mouth to speak, there was a trace of hesitation, a hint of quiet insecurity.I took a deep breath, but the tightness in my chest did not ease.Then, I shoved the doo
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