The morning sun streamed through the blinds and painted soft golden lines across my bedroom floor. I sat at the edge of my bed and was staring blankly at the shoes I had pulled out this morning to wear but was yet to touch.
The email from Mr Matthews, the private investigator I had hired, was still displayed on the screen of my laptop that was beside me on the nightstand. I hadn’t looked at it again since he told me about it but I didn’t need to. The words he spoke yesterday evening about the email still rang in my head, loud and clear.
"Charlotte pursued Liam for two years before he gave in and slept with her. It was when she got married, he then married her."
My hands clenched into fists as his words rang in my head like an alarm yet again while my nails dug into my palms in despair
