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HUDSON
I’d smashed the f*****g clock with my fist after countless hours of its ticking down mocking me from my desk long after Madeline had left. Silence hovered over the house like a death shroud while I’d nursed my bruised hand and didn’t move from my office chair again until darkness took over the window.
My full bladder eventually enticed my aching bones into action, and I fought the constant replay of our argument through my head.
My sweet, loving Mads had actually walked out without letting me know where she headed or for how long. Honoring her desire for space left me desolate, my shoulders sagging and head pounding. More than anything, I’d disappointed my wife in how I’d handled the entire situation, but I wouldn’t bend on my stance.
Colton had basically f****d me without l
