"Hello?"
My hand flew to my chest the moment I heard her answer. Her voice sounded thick, raspy—like she had just pulled herself out of bed. Yet beneath that rough edge lay an undeniable, sickly-sweet breathiness. She sounded soft, delicate, and entirely at odds with the shameless home-wrecker she actually was.
A sudden tremor ran through my limbs, paralyzing me in the driver's seat. It felt as if a fistful of gravel had lodged itself in my throat, choking off my air. I had to swallow hard three times before my vocal cords would cooperate.
"W-Who are you?" I stammered out, my voice betraying me. "What are you to my husband?"
I felt instantly foolish. What a pathetic question. I already knew she was sleeping with Joaquin; asking her role in his life only gave her an opening to lie or de
