CHAPTER 72
WHAT HAD SHE BEEN THINKING? Why had she believed that waiting to hear her husband’s response would be easier than having it all out in the open? It was too late now though. Just a minute or two after she locked herself into the bedroom, she’d heard the front door slam shut and then listened as Greg pulled the car out of the driveway.
She’d started a dozen different texts but didn’t know what to write.
How long would he be gone? Was he so angry he’d stay away forever?
Why had she told him at all? What good did she expect it to accomplish? And why had she come up with that stupid wait thirty minutes rule?
She should have never let him leave.
She should have never given him that note in the first place.
The irreversibility of what she’d done made her sick. She curled up in a
