The silence in Franklin’s office was thick with anticipation, as palpable as the tension crackling in the air. I stood there, rooted to the spot, as my gaze shifted from Franklin to the shadowy figure by the window. It was then that the figure stepped forward, revealing themselves with a hesitant grace that belied the threat Franklin had implied.
I recognized her instantly. Lydia Thompson. She was one of Edward’s closest colleagues, someone I thought I knew, but in that moment, her presence only added layers of confusion to the chaos swirling in my mind.
— Marilyn — Franklin began, his voice steady but tinged with a gravity that turned my stomach. — I’m sorry for the abruptness, but you need to know the truth. Your husband… Edward was involved in something serious, something that goes beyond business.
I swallowed hard, my mouth dry as sandpaper. Edward and secrets? The Edward I knew was a straightforward man, his loyalty as steadfast as the love he had shown me.
