Double LifeNathan’s voice on the phone the night before still sat in my head like a bruise.We need to talk. For real this time.I had ended the call quickly. Xavier had watched me the entire time, his hand steady on my stomach, claiming me even while my husband’s voice filled the room. Afterward we didn’t talk much. He had fucked me again, slower, deeper, like he was trying to overwrite every soft memory I still had of Nathan. Then he had let me leave with a final order:“Act normal. But remember who you belong to when you walk back through that door.”Now I was standing in the kitchen of the apartment I still shared with Nathan, wearing one of his old shirts, trying to remember how to look like his wife.He came home earlier than usual.The front door opened. Keys hit the bowl. Footsteps. Then he appeared in the doorway, still in his work clothes, eyes tired but sharp.“You’re here,” he said.“Where else would I be?”The lie came out smooth. That scared me.Nathan walked over and k
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