Hours later, I heard the faint click of the front door opening.Vince Doyle was home.As usual, he barely acknowledged me. He hung up his coat, climbed into bed, and fell asleep almost immediately.A woman's perfume still clung to him.I turned away, but his phone kept buzzing on the nightstand. I picked it up and saw several messages from Lauren Barrett.[Thanks for coming over and staying with me tonight. Natalie isn't upset, is she? I promise I'll apologize to her in person when I get the chance.]I stared at the screen, my vision beginning to blur. Then I scrolled through the rest of their conversation.The messages were openly flirtatious, and Vince responded to her more often than he had ever responded to me. With her, he was nothing like the cold, distant man I knew.My throat tightened as I typed a reply.[He's asleep. And no, I'm not upset. You can talk to him tomorrow.]I locked the screen and set the phone back on his nightstand. I picked up my pillow, about to h
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