The night he threw me out still lingers in my memory like a bruise that never fully fades. I can still see the gleam of the city lights through our living room windows and hear the quiet cruelty in his voice when he said it.
“Leave, Emily. This house isn’t yours anymore.”
Those words came from the man I’d once trusted with everything—Michael Carter, my husband. I stood there in shock, holding our four-year-old son, Ethan, as the woman I’d long suspected of being his mistress emerged from the shadows of our home. Her name was Veronica Hayes, the marketing director at his company, Carter Technologies.
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