the hallway wall, trying to process what I had just heard.
Robert continued talking in a voice I had never known, cold and calculating.
“Don’t worry, Sarah. She never suspected a thing. She trusts me too much. It’s always been that way. Too naïve for her own good.”
Every word was like a direct stab to the heart. I recognized the name Sarah—his wife, the woman who had entered our lives barely two years ago with that perfect smile and those sweet words that I now understood were completely fake.
My legs were trembling, but I forced myself to stay put, to keep listening, even though every word was tearing me apart inside.
“$280,000, my love,” Robert continued with that triumphant tone that turned my stomach. “That’s everything she had in that main account. It’s ours now. We can buy that beach house you wanted so much. The new