Tears streamed down my cheeks. I hurried through the grinding bodies in the club and headed straight toward the exit. My husband was … tired of me. After all these years, he had finally decided that he didn’t want to put up with my s**t any longer.
A sob escaped my mouth, but the music drowned it out.
I didn’t blame him. I had been a hormonal wreck lately.
This was what I deserved.
Drunk men and women pushed back against me, and I stumbled through the crowd.
While I had killed Bethany unwillingly, I didn’t feel stuck anymore, didn’t feel the need for her approval. I was free for the first time in the past few years. I was dying on the inside because my husband didn’t want me around, but this was the first time in a long time that I felt so good without her.
So, so good.
“Laila!” som
