Love me back, Ex-Wife
She opened her door slowly, every movement precise, her feet silent against the polished floors.
She walked quietly through the hall until she reached Brielle’s room and then, she turned the knob quietly.
Inside, Brielle was asleep, her breathing steady, her figure relaxed in the faint moonlight.
Jessica tiptoed in, her gaze sweeping the room hungrily. She scanned the dresser, the bedside table, the wardrobe. Somewhere in here, she was certain Hannah’s phone had to be hidden. She crouched low, pulling open drawers with careful fingers, biting her lip to stifle the sound of wood scraping.
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