The Other Woman
There, standing in their bedroom, was another woman speaking casually with Andrew. Rebecca’s blood turned to ice. What business did this woman have being here—in their private space, in their home?
She waited, barely breathing, as the woman’s voice floated through the room. Then Andrew took off his jacket and let it fall to the floor. It landed just inches from Rebecca’s face. Her eyes widened. This was real.
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