Sadé’s POV
The night air was thick, still clinging to my skin as I pulled into the driveway. Dom’s headlights cut off behind me, his car idling as I stepped out. The house was dark, quiet—just how I left it. But inside me, there was a storm, raging, churning, pulling at the edges of my sanity.
I couldn't shake the weight of that conversation with Isla. It clung to me like smoke, burning my throat, stinging my eyes. I didn’t say what I really wanted to say. What I needed to say.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to tear through the silence, rip apart the air, and make her feel the depth of my pain.
THIS w***e f****d MY HUSBAND IN MY HOME.
The words burned inside me, unspoken, clawing at my insides. I wanted to tell her she destroyed me, shattered something in me I couldn’t piece back toget
