The Day I Caught Him Cheating, I Married Another

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lungs. It's the TV, she told herself.

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ed the d

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saw

wo bodies. The pale, sweaty back of a woman arched off the matt

ch. The bile rose in her t

r numb fingers and clattered onto the hardwood floo

head sna

. Javon's eyes widened, panic flashing across his face, b

king the duvet up to cover her chest. Her hair was a mess, her lipstick smeared, bu

took a step into the bedroom,

er himself. He ran a hand over his

ow how to knoc

devoid of guilt, that Kiley s

his is my apartment, Javon

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lu

his expression twisting into a scowl. He reached out

razy, Kiley

unce of strength in her body, she ripped her arm

ac

force that stung her own hand. The soun

e side. A red handprint bl

room again, heavier

es were dark, the pupils blown wide. He

d bitch,"

orframe. Fear, cold and sharp, pierced through the anger. Javon had never hit her, but

sed hi

hed, closin

's en

hrough the floorboards. It didn't come

in the air, his eyes darting

d her eyes

t was completely soaked through, the fabric heavy with water, as if he had been standing outside in the storm for a long time, waiting fo

ir in the room seemed to shift, th

emanded, though his voice waver

e didn't even acknowledge Amalia, wh

Kiley. They were dark,

grace that seemed out of place in the cramped,

lled out a handkerchief. It was w

calm, a stark contrast to the c

er brain unable to process t

hand, and pressed the handkerchief into her palm.

ing your hands dirty

p shade of purple. "Trash

ooked at Javon the way one might look at a

ed, his tone bored. "She just

ked from the stranger to Kiley, his bravado crumbling

her tear-streaked face, her trembling lips, the

nt revenge

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mind was offline. All she could feel was the stinging in her

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