The Truth Hidden In A Folder

KLYN

. Every cell in my body screamed to do what I always did. "Drive safe, honey. Call me when

looked utterly foreign. His retreating figure was no

hitting the cold wooden floor. "Grant!" I screamed, my voic

was one of mild annoyance, confusion. He didn' t even glance down at my bare feet, didn

excruciating inch. He didn

It was a plea I hated making, but a sliver of hope, a desperate, fooli

t tightened, a searing pain, making it hard to br

lyn, what is wrong with you? She just had an accident. If I do

try to be understanding for once." He paused, then softened his voice, a practic

ng alone in the vast, empty living room. The only sound was

hone. It was a t

ender. Borrowing your husband for a

with my husband. My world, my love, my friendship-

within me. I ran to the parking garage, my feet poundi

text. My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white.

comforting her. She was sobbing into his shoulder, her face buried

" the other driver was saying, clearly frustr

in anger as he faced the other driver. "A scratch? This is

n' t listen to him. I' ll make sure he pays for every little thing. I' ll

overflowing with a sickening adoration. The truth of their long-standing affair, the depth of their deception, hit m

"Grant, please don' t leave me tonight. I can

harp, but it was nothing compared to the agony ripping th

s tear-stained face. He nodded slowly. "Okay, baby. Just one last time. I' ll sta

ny more would there be? A wave of pure, unadulterated fury surged

rant. I raised my hand. And I slapped him.

my gaze sweeping from Grant' s stunned face to Ch