Too Late, Husband: Watch Me Shine

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rthquake rumbling through me. "I' m talking about the baby, Dawson.

ntorting his features. I didn't care. I barely spared a glance at Campbell, who had frozen mid-gasp, her eyes wide

anceled, waited by the closet. I pulled it out, unzipped it, and began to methodically, calmly, pack the few belongings that truly felt like mine. A handful of clothes, my favorite w

stretched, heavy and suffocating, until I heard his footsteps. Dawson stood in

perate, pleading quality to it now. "Please. We need to talk. Is... is

t his gaze. His face was ashen, beads of cold sweat dotting his forehead. He looked utterly lost, utterly broken. And I fel

e it against me when you were 'angry' again?" I shook my head, a bitter smile touching my lips. "What good would that have done? Would you have been there for the

icker of raw pain in his eye

has been divided for months. A piece for your ambition, a piece for your charity, a piece for

urgency. "That's not true! I... I thought the money was just a small thing, Eloise! Fifty thou

ng from your own wife, giving away our shared future to a stranger, and then bringing that stranger into our home to humiliate me?" I swallowed hard, forcing down the lump in my throat, the last vest