I slept in my car outside a gas station because I didn't know where else to go.The seatbelt buckle dug into my hip every time I shifted. Every hour or so I woke up certain my phone had rung, and every time it hadn't. Just my own pulse, loud enough to fool me.By morning my mouth tasted like metal, and my back had locked into a shape that wasn't mine. I drove to the house anyway, because some stupid, stubborn part of me still believed doors could open twice.The housekeeper let me in without a word, her grip tight on the door handle a beat too long after I'd already passed through.She already knew.Jack was in the study. Coffee in hand. Dressed for work like today was a normal Tuesday and not the morning after."Can we talk? Alone."He glanced past me, checking for Beatrice, for Georgina, for anyone who might make this harder for him. Finding no one, he nodded once."I can forgive it," I said, before he could sit down, before he could build a wall out of silence. "The affair. Georgin
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