Tracy POV
I stared at the empty closet where Bernard's clothes used to hang, feeling like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it. His side of the bedroom looked so bare now, with just empty hangers and dust marks where his belongings had been.
He was really gone. My husband had actually left me to live with that rich woman Elena.
For the past three hours, I had been walking around our tiny apartment like a zombie, touching things that Bernard had left behind and trying to understand how my life had fallen apart so completely. This morning I was Mrs. Bernard Fredrick, and tonight I was just Tracy Martinez again, alone in a place I couldn't afford without his income.
The worst part was that I finally understood exactly how Vanya had felt when she discovered our aff
