Cynthia sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding so loudly she could hear it in her ears. The air was thick with tension, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on her chest like a boulder. Mike was in the en-suite bathroom, the sound of running water echoing through the room. He had said nothing more after forcing her to stay, after making it clear that her options were limited to none.
She had obeyed.
Because what choice did she have?
Her fingers curled into the plush duvet beneath her, nails digging into the fabric as she tried to regulate her breathing. The woman—whoever she was—had sauntered out of the room with a smug smile, leaving behind a trace of expensive perfume and a lingering sense of humiliation.
Cynthia squeezed her eyes shut. She should have known thi
