Sophia’s POV

All this time. All these months… I was right all along to feel troubled. It wasn’t just jealousy or overreacting. My husband has been lying to me.

Exhaustion clings to my body as I lay on him, hurting and bearing my heart out in tears. Beneath me, his body trembles slightly; he’s quiet and breathing quicker. I put a hand over my eyes, sniffle, and push myself up to look at him, my hands gripping his shoulder. Though my vision blurs, I keep my eyes on him, convinced our ...