cove pov
I froze in the doorway.
My vision narrowed violently, focusing on the center of the parlor floor, and the world around me entirely lost its sound. There, standing in the middle of our sanctuary, was my wife. And she wasn't alone. A man I had
seen before—someone from the restaurant had his iron hands clamped around her body, pinning her against his chest.
My wife's lips were on his.
The image burned itself straight into my retinas like a brand of pure fire. They were locked together, their mouths pressed tightly in what looked like a desperate, consuming embrace. The deep, agonizing shock of it struck my chest like a physical blow, fracturing the very foundation of my existence in a fraction of a second. The woman I had spent the entire night holding, the woman who had sworn h
