Madison's POVTwenty minutes of silence passed before my phone blew up with messages. “That’s impossible! “I would never do such a thing! This isn’t who I am! “My heart belongs to you, Madison. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Don’t you remember that we—” I didn’t bother to read on. By then, the sweaty bedroom workout was over. Julian Lorde slicked his sweat-drenched hair back and ruffled the woman’s hair. “Trish, my wife is back. Say hello.” Trisha Walker turned and greeted me sweetly. Her gaze, sparkling with smugness, met mine. Not responding to her aggression, I simply stepped out of the room. About ten minutes later, Trisha emerged, properly clothed. While brushing past me, she sneered under her breath, “It’s so sad that you have to make way for your husband to sleep with another woman.” I said nothing, my expression blank with a familiar, habitual numbness. My phone showed ninety-nine messages from the Julian of five years ago. The las
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