the edge of the bed. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the impossible. Matt, my Matt, the man who swor

head. You need to make sure al

hile back. Maddy had been so excited about the smartwatch, gushing about how generous her coach was. I'

now private. But she had accepted my follow request months ago. I could still see her posts. Her main

ry. My heart hammered against my ribs. Why would she add me, the mother of one of her pl

d as I tapped on

ure of Sabrina, lying in bed, wearing a silky, revealing nightgown. A man's arm was wrapped around

on his wrist. It was the one I gav

rd. The lamp on the nightstand. And there, sitting right next to the lamp, was a f

droom. My bed

ce. The betrayal was so complete, so audacious, it felt unreal. He hadn't just cheated. He had brought her into our home, in

extra attention, little gifts. The way Maddy had started talking about her coach constantly, idolizing her. It w

sperate need to go on this trip-it was all a setup. They needed me out of the house. The thought was so monst

hapel Hill, it all felt like a lie. I remembered Matt telling me about his father's affair, the pain it caused his mother, the way it shattered thei

hypocrite

had for him, the trust, the shared history-it all curdled into something bitter and ugly. It was over. I knew

just sat there, watching the clock, waiting