They gave orders.
Daniel walked in with damp hair, a crooked dress shirt, and the unmistakable scent of expensive perfume that didn’t belong to Emily.
There was a faint shimmer of lipstick near his collar.
She noticed it.
And he noticed that she noticed.
But he didn’t feel an ounce of shame.
“Did you hear me?” he asked again.
Emily turned off the stove.
The baby shifted in her arms.
For five years, she had imagined this moment a thousand different ways. She thought she would cry. She thought she would beg. She thought fear would swallow her whole at the idea of losing her home, her money, her family.
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