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Julian stayed out all night for the fifth time, and when morning came, I didn't cry, I didn't make a scene, and I didn't even call him. I opened the company group chat, and more than five hundred people were online. I posted a message. "Hi everyone. I'm Lauren Winters, Mr. Eastgate's wife. I want to sincerely thank Ms. Turner for taking such good care of him. Starting today, Mr. Eastgate doesn't need to come home anymore, and he can move straight in with Ms. Turner. I've already changed the code on the door, and his clothes and personal belongings will be packed up and delivered to the front desk today. Thank you again, Ms. Turner. You've worked so hard." Three seconds went by after I sent it. Nobody in the group said a word. Five seconds passed. Then ten seconds passed. The read count jumped from a dozen or so to two hundred, and then it jumped from two hundred to four hundred and eighty. I leaned back on the couch, watched the number keep climbing on the screen, and picked up the tea that had gone cold on the table. My phone buzzed. Julian was calling me. I hung up. The phone buzzed again.