Bree’s POV
‘… Leave a message at the beep as the number you dialled is not available…’
I itch my forehead and let the call divert to voicemail. It's the tenth time I’m calling Caroline without a response. Frankly, I’m beginning to get worried on her behalf.
“Hi, Caro. Hope you and the kids are fine. When you get this message, please, reach out to me. Text, anything. I need to know that you're okay. Will be home soon and trust me, you’re not alone.”
It ends.
I toss my phone to the side and palm my face.
Somehow, I insert myself in Caro’s position, only that I don't have a kid. I bet Greg will make it so messy.
Not like I fantasized about having a dime, but the public humiliation will be unending.
‘Divorce your husband and marry me… on his birthday.’ Zack’s offer repeats.
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