Sarah's POV
The door to Joshua's room creaked open, and there she was, the woman I had seen with Joshua last night, draped in my robe I usually wear every time I spent the night here with Joshua.
Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of recognition and triumph.
Her lips curled into a smirk. “What do you want?”
From her tone and demeanour, it was clear she knew who I was, which made me wonder how long Joshua had been having an affair with her.
I raised an eyebrow, refusing to let her see the sting in her words.
With a steady gaze and a step forward, I brushed past her, the heels of my shoes clicking against the polished floor.
"Where is Joshua?” I asked coldly, not sparing her a second glance.
She spun around, her face contorting with anger.
"You can’t just walk into our house lik
