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Last night was reckless. He suspects something.
No name. Just an unsaved number.
The shower ran upstairs, steady and distant. My pulse pounded so hard it seemed to shake the phone.
Then another message appeared.
If he finds out about the transfer, we’re both finished.
I stared at the screen, a cold wave moving through me.
This wasn’t just about perfume anymore. Not just about an affair.
Whatever Claire had brought home that night wasn’t only another man’s scent.
It was the smell of something collapsing.
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