Camille By seven o’clock, I’d checked my phone fourteen times.Not because Ethan usually texted me.He didn’t... Not anymore, anyway.But today was different. Today was supposed to be different.Seven years of marriage had to mean something.I stood in the kitchen staring at the pan in front of me while Mrs. Lewis quietly arranged plates behind me. The smell of garlic butter and rosemary filled the air, mixing with the faint scent of the white roses I’d spent way too much money on that afternoon.The apartment looked beautiful with warm lighting, candles, soft jazz drifting through the speakers, and the entire dining table decorated like something out of those luxury couple pages on Instagram.It looked like love lived here.Which was funny, considering I hadn’t really felt loved in this apartment for a long time.“You should sit down for a bit, ma’am,” Mrs. Lewis said gently.I glanced toward the clock on the oven.7:06 PM.“He said he’d be home by seven.”She gave me the kind of lo
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