Riley’s pov
The guest room felt more like a cage than a sanctuary. As I paced around the small space, the walls seemed to close in, suffocating me with thoughts I couldn’t control. My mind was spinning, and the ache in my chest grew heavier with every step, I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying to shake off the suffocating feeling in my chest. I wasn’t sure why I was so upset about what Xavier was doing in the other room. We had talked about this arrangement, signed an agreement, and I had accepted it.. or so I thought.
Maybe I wasn’t ready. Maybe I’d underestimated how much it would hurt, I hadn’t expected it to feel this real, this raw. And the humiliation.. being kicked out of my matrimonial bed for her. The reality of it made me feel so.. worthless. That horrible feeling, the on
