My husband s:la:pped me over a trivial mistake—I stayed silent, but by morning I had already made a decision that changed everything between us.

do?”

He snapped toward her. “Shut up.”

Monroe looked up. “That would be unwise.”

Victor straightened, forcing arrogance back into place. “Chief, this is a domestic misunderstanding. My wife is emotional. She has always been unstable.”

I smiled.

He hated that more than silence.

Bell tapped the screen. Another video played.

Victor and Lydia in my kitchen.

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