air felt thick with possibili
t our marriage license, imagining a
an email cracking her
tégé David was in professional meltdo
ding there, marriage license app
an affair with David, a secret pregnancy, and h
en I returned home to find them
: Eleanor, with a sneering smile, calling me "un
physical blow, curdlin
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culated charade, and I, Michael Thomps
heir cruelty w
pure adrenaline, I scrolled through m
urted, a despera
, she said yes, igniting