My husband arrived at my door with my cousin, two babies, and a smug grin, declaring, ‘She lives here now.’ I handed him the keys, smiled back, and said “HOPE YOU ENJOY THE HOUSE UNTIL TOMORROW”

something small.

Not joy.

But confirmation.

Lena hadn’t expected resistance.

She thought she was stepping into a replacement life.

Instead, she had walked into a countdown.

At four-thirty, Michael’s senior partner called.

Daniel Hayes.

Careful voice. Controlled tone.

He didn’t ask about the affair.

He asked about exposure.

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