The next day, Mark stood in the kitchen, staring out the window, coffee in hand. He had been listening for a car to pull up all morning, and when Alex’s finally did, his body tensed. He watched in silence as Alex leaned in, cupped Kendra’s face, and kissed her. It wasn’t just a simple goodbye—it lingered, slow and intimate. Mark’s jaw clenched, his grip tightening on his coffee mug until his knuckles turned white.
The front door opened, and Kendra stepped inside, her hair slightly messy, her dress a little wrinkled. Before Mark could say anything, Rebecca beat him to it.
“You never came home last night,” she said, raising an eyebrow with a knowing smile.
Kendra gave a small nod, running a hand through her hair. “I stayed at Alex’s.”
Rebecca giggled. “I knew it. I knew you two would end
