Her knees nearly gave out beneath her.
She stood perfectly still, breathing slowly as she realized that something inside her marriage had just broken without making a sound.
When Lucas returned to the bedroom, she was already lying in bed with her eyes closed and her breathing steady.
He slipped under the covers, wrapped an arm around her waist, and whispered, “”Sleep well,”” as if he hadn’t just spoken about her as though she were a fool.
The next morning, Lucas was exactly the same as always.
An immaculate suit.
Coffee with one spoonful of cream.
The newspaper tucked under his arm.
And that habit of asking for things as though the whole world existed to serve him.
Not a single lingering glance.
Not a hint of suspicion.
Margot watched him eat breakfast and realized something terrible.
For years, she had mistaken routine for love, silence for stability, and obedience for peace.
When he left their home in the exclusive neighborhood of Pine Ridge, she walked into his study for the first time.
She opened one desk drawer.
Then another.
Then another.
She didn’t find one secret.
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