Chapter 4

Rather than immediately charging forward to expose their affair, I sat rooted to the spot, the phone in my hand shaking so violently that I could barely hold it.

The shock and pain coursed through me like a wildfire, yet I somehow managed to turn around and head back to that desolate home. Once inside, I collapsed onto the sofa, waiting for James.

The ticking of the wall-clock was like a relentless drumbeat, each tick pounding into my heart.

It was well into the night when the sound of the key turning in the lock finally broke the silence.

James…