Marco
I couldn't hide my excitement at the thought of seeing my sweetheart again. So when she invited us over for dinner, I agreed without hesitation. Not once did it cross my mind that my wife might wonder why I was so eager. After all, I knew she'd say yes, just like she always did.
As we drove, my mind wandered—no, lingered—on her. Since the day she left the mansion, we had been meeting in secret. Sometimes at a café, sometimes in the dark corners of the city where no one would recognize us. And each time, I told Ashlyn the same excuse: "I have a meeting." It worked at first, but now? I couldn't keep using that. She was starting to notice.
I didn't want her to move out. God, I hated the idea of her being farther from me. But she insisted it was her decision. I had no choice but to re
