Surviving The Fall: My Husband's Deadly Betrayal

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he question tonight. But I still wanted the atmosphere to be perfectly romantic when I handed him the small gift box

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the nightstand. The air instantly felt thick with manufactured romance. I heard the t

lip, a nervous habit

ter chill with him. He leaned his expensive Bauer hockey bag

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There was no flicker of fire, none of the heat I had craved. Just

re feet silent on the plush carpet. I tried to wra

instinctive, almost

ull blast, but a chill crept up from the soles

exhaustion and annoyance. "Eveline, I'

g slightly. I forced a smile. "I ju

s crystal glass sat waiting, next to my flute of alcohol-free sparkling c

the setup, utterly unm

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The screen's cold blue light illuminated his indifferent profil

ose the bathroom door. I could hear his voice, lower now,

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needle, piercing my hear

ilk dress suddenly felt like a cla

d at the ridiculous woman looking back at me

away the lipstick, but

out, already changed into sweatpants,

e went straight to the closet an

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aid without turning around. "Got an early

ed for the last two months. We

ster bedroom without a backward glance. He even ha

latch was the sound

e cold floor. The tears I'd been holding

freezing silk a poor comfo

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the two untouched glasses on the nightstand-his crystal gl

of humiliation and h

e amber liquid swirled under the dim light, offering a tempting, numb oblivion. I lifted it to my lip

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click, leaving the whiskey untouched. I

he closed doo

began to fo

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