Passion and Payback

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tudy area with only a table lamp that illuminated my desk. The light's glea

n me and broke the longing for the ha

l storm reflected the storm in my soul, my husband's betrayal and my marriage. The rhyth

ly turned my head to the side and cleaned the tears on my cheeks i

with a sympathetic expression. She held a steaming cup

what had happened two nights ago

up on my desk, the steam of the tea contrasting the cold and bad

. I took a sip with caution, letting the warmth soothe me,

t across from her. "Blake doesn't deserve you. You're stronger than that

kept this from me, and worse still, he hasn't returned home since the

ing my hand. "You deserve someone who

omposure, doubts and questions became a burden on me. What else had Blake h

asked gently, would you li

quietly while offering a small and tired smile. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Maybe next time

pular saying 'There is no thank you or sorry in friendship

rying does more damage." She continued, "But you need to l

found some discrepancies in our records that had my signature of approval, which I had no idea about

me back home. "Hey," he said casually, as if

ying to steady my voice.

nt of irritation in h

About us. About that nigh

tation to surprise, then to ange

. I saw you two together. And I

u did? You're not exactly innocent ei

ung. I couldn't believe h

ike three nights, avoided me like I didn't mat

"You pushed me away, Blake. You've been distant

revenge" he snapped. "Maybe if you weren't so

made your choices, Blake. I paused for a while,

t your mouth due to a particular emotion or hormone, words that y

think that's what's best for both of us. I'm done trying to fix something

Blake been going through? Did he ever consider us a mistake? I know we didn't get married to each other fo

ning and walking out of the room without another word. The sound of the door c