I didn’t move for a long time.The city hummed beyond the glass, a blurred constellation of lives going on as if mine hadn’t just split clean in two.Blind wife. Hidden weapon.Somewhere in this penthouse, my cousin paced with guilt eating her raw. Somewhere in a boardroom, my husband smoothed his tie and adjusted his lies.Here, in our marriage bed, I stared at nothing and planned.My phone vibrated against the nightstand.The familiar buzz cut through the fog. Mila had set a special pattern years ago—three short, one long, three short. Like a tiny distress signal.My fingers found the device without fumbling.I hesitated.For three years, she’d been my eyes. My fighter. She’d cursed Alexander on my behalf, defended him when she thought I needed stability, and sat through every appointment like she could physically punch the blindness out of me.I’d promised myself, lying awake last night, that I wouldn’t tell anyone what I’d seen. Not yet. Not until I had leverage, proof, an exit
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