When the call finally ended, I climbed back into bed.
I pulled the blanket over my head and tried to make sense of what I had heard.
The ache in my chest wouldn't let up. Even the man who shared my bed had conspired against me.
My throat tightened, and I had to fight back a sob.
I replayed the years of our marriage over and over. I had never wronged Lucas.
If anything, I had done far more to hold our home together than he had.
My thoughts were still in turmoil, but I forced myself to regain control.
'They think they can get away with this? I'll make them pay.'
I splashed cold water over my swollen eyes. The exhausted woman in the mirror barely looked like me, and the sight hardened my resolve.
By the time I left the bedroom, my calm smile was back in place.
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