Sarah’s POV
The silence in the penthouse was no longer peaceful. It was a heavy, suffocating weight that pressed against my lungs until I thought they would burst. I stood in the center of her massive, beautiful living room watching her as she remained frozen by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The silence finally broke. It wasn’t words… it was a sound. A sharp, broken sob came out of me before I could stop it. I fell back onto the chair and covered my face with my hands. My tears were hot, soaking into my palms.
I wasn’t just crying because my husband had another woman. I was crying because the last seven years of my life were a lie—the days I skipped meals, the times I wore the same shoes until they were worn out, the nights Ethan and Lily asked why their father was always ‘working late
