Chapter 4Ten Days To Die And Leave My Cheating Husband

The next morning, I went downstairs.

The lights were dim. Owen was sitting on the sofa, smoking, his expression unreadable.

“Where are the wedding pictures from the wall?”

He spoke flatly, stopping me in the hall.

His phone was buzzing constantly with notifications. I could see Blakely’s messages flashing across the screen—she was holding a dozen preserved, gold-dipped roses, her face radiant.

[Such a tough night, baby, but this gift makes me feel so much better again

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He noticed me looking but didn’t bother to hide the screen.

“I put them away,” I said, my voice empty, and walked past him to the kitchen for a glass of water.

He extinguished his cigarette and smirked, rising to his feet. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a delicate Van Cleef & Arpels Alhambra pendant.

He put it around my neck from behind.

“Still mad?”

“Here. A peace offering.

It looks good on you, Sierra.”

He leaned in close, his voice a low, toxic whisper in my ear. Like a snake tasting the air.

“Sierra, you are the only Mrs. Maxwell. No one can ever replace you.

Not even Blakely.”

“Once I’m tired of her, we can try for a baby again. How does that sound?”

I coldly pushed him away, then slowly smoothed down the lapel of his expensive shirt, brushing off the smear of another woman’s lipstick.

I managed a brittle, scornful smile.

Then, I turned and walked away.