Surviving The Fall: My Husband's Deadly Betrayal

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y reflection

for three months felt like a second skin. Its lace edge

r second weddi

ll be okay, I

nity, a shade of red I'd barely touched. I imagined the look of sur

rning in the front do

as h

the nightstand. The air instantly felt thick with manufactured romance. I heard the t

lip, a nervous habit

ter chill with him. He leaned his expensive Bauer hockey bag

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ff his coat, tossi

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eart

There was no flicker of fire, none of the heat I had craved. Just

re feet silent on the plush carpet. I tried to wra

instinctive, almost

ull blast, but a chill crept up from the soles

exhaustion and annoyance. "Eveline, I'

g slightly. I forced a smile. "I ju

e whiskey and two crystal glasses sat waiting. Two years

the glasses, utterly unm

Like I had just reminded

The screen's cold blue light illuminated his indifferent profil

ose the bathroom door. I could hear his voice, lower now,

ht fra

course,

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miss m

needle, piercing my hear

ilk slip suddenly felt like a clam

d at the ridiculous woman looking back at me

away the lipstick, but

out, already changed into sweatpants,

e went straight to the closet an

you doing?" I aske

aid without turning around. "Got an early

ed for the last two months. We

ster bedroom without a backward glance. He even ha

latch was the sound

e cold floor. The tears I'd been holding

freezing silk a poor comfo

g enough for the tears to dry on m

ty king-sized bed, at the two untouche

of humiliation and h

sses. The amber liquid swirled under the dim light, inviting and numb. I lifted i

o

ck, leaving it untouched. I didn't need al

he closed doo

began to fo

king to. I had to know what

live like t