That was the first lie she knew for certain.
Not because his voice changed. Eric was too disciplined for that. It was the way he looked down afterward, as if the floor might absolve him.
Vanessa walked past him toward the bedroom. “I am sleeping in the guest room.”
“Vanessa.”
She stopped but did not turn around.
“I didn’t betray you.”
Her throat tightened. “You already did. I just don’t know how badly.”
She slept only because her body betrayed her too.
At 7:03 a.m., Vanessa woke to the sound of voices.
Not Eric’s voice alone.
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