I might not have loved Julian anymore, but the stench of another woman's perfume on his skin, paired with that soft, caring tone he used on me? It turned my stomach.
Maybe, compared to people like Julian and Clara—smart, polished, always three steps ahead—I was just an i***t who couldn't see what was right in front of her. They probably thought they could string me along however they wanted, and I'd never catch on.
In my past life, I really had been that oblivious. Back then, I hadn't even known Clara had given up her own child just to win Lila's affection. I'd poured every ounce of my love and energy into my husband and daughter, cooking meals at home and waiting for them to come back, like a total fool.
"Why aren't you eating?" Julian sat beside me, scrolling through his phone. w*****
