Laureen's POV
When we got to the car, we both sat silently staring at the road ahead, the air between us heavy with emotions we couldn’t fully express. Just an hour ago, we were filled with happiness, joy, and pride.
But now, in the quiet aftermath of what had happened, the emotions felt too overwhelming to sort out. I could feel my heart breaking all over again, not just for myself but for everything this moment represented; my shattered trust, my husband’s betrayal, and the loyalty of the woman sitting next to me.
I turned to look at Sandra, who sat there with a distant look on her face. Her hands were tightly clenched, knuckles white against her skin. She had always been fierce, but I had never seen her as furious as she had been back in that office.
“Sandra, are you okay?” I calle
