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l unable to process what had happened the past few hours. My mind w

riscilla. The woman I'd given everyt

he burn in my throat, but it did l

up so much, bent over backward to make our marriage work, only to be blindsided by her infidelity. It didn't make sense, none of i

do this? Had there been a point

feelings hadn't been involved, I had made sure to give her everything she wanted. Then why had she betray

ela's perfume wafted into the room before she did, sweet and cloying. I felt he

ol next to me, "you need to forget about

, my voice low, a thread

nded, her tone shifting, a hint of irritation creeping in. "Why are you so hung up on h

. Instead, I clenched my jaw and stared at the glass in front of me, wishing I could drown out her voice along w

t room. I remembered how she'd looked at me that day, the day I'd confronted her. There was something in her eyes, somethi

Every word she said, every tear that fellâ€"it all seemed like a ploy, a desperate attempt to cover her tracks. So, I shut

ompany, I wondered if I'd been wrong. Had I missed som

the present. "Brent, she's gone. You need

r. "Move on?" I snapped, my voice a harsh growl. "It's not that easy, Pamel

d she che

ing for her. She made her decisi

hrough the flimsy unbuttoned top she wore. She slowly ran

, lips slowly circling m

tumbled backward violently. Surp

amela," I warned, not in the

ing only a hollow emptiness in its wake. I sank back onto

God, what

g about our future; the way she'd always known how to calm me down when life got too overwhelming. I had thrown all of that away. For what? For something I

here with another manâ€"it was unbearable. But even more unbearable was

t be the end of ou

he answered, my voice steady with resolve I hadn't felt in wee

ld fix this, I had to take it. I couldn't lose her. Not like thi