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It was Sunday. Kerill had no work, and the children had no classes, which meant Charlene was busier than usual taking care of everyone. Kerill woke up close to noon. The first thing his eyes searched for was Charlene—but she was nowhere to be found in any corner of the house. “Where the hell is she?” he muttered, irritation creeping in. An unwanted thought crossed his mind—that she might be with his brother. “Wait… why am I even looking for that woman?” he scoffed. Yet his feet betrayed him, leading him straight to Charlene’s bedroom. He frowned at himself for being there, but he entered anyway. Charlene wasn’t inside, though a fresh set of clothes lay neatly on the bed. The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom. He was about to leave when her phone suddenly rang on the bed.
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