Amelia
The car ride back was quiet, but not in a peaceful way. It was thick with unspoken thoughts, the weight of Robert’s suspicion pressing down on me like a too-tight dress. Ethan’s jaw was clenched as he drove, his focus sharp, but I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was—how much did Robert suspect? And worse, how long before he found proof that our marriage wasn’t real?
I reached for my phone, my fingers flying across the screen.
Amelia: Maya. We have a problem.
It took exactly five seconds for my phone to start ringing.
I hesitated before answering, side-eyeing Ethan, who didn’t even glance at me. I picked up and whispered, “I can’t talk right now.”
“Then why would you text me?” Maya whisper-yelled. “What happened? Spill.”
I exhaled through my nose, lowering my voice
