I knew Clara would tell Ryan the truth. By the time I got home, she was probably already standing in front of him with the video on her phone. I could almost imagine his face when he watched it.
But strangely, I wasn’t scared anymore.
I drove home with both hands on the steering wheel, my mind quiet for the first time in weeks. I had spent so much time worrying about what Ryan would think, what he would say, and whether he would forgive me. Now, none of it mattered. I had seen him with his secretary. Whatever happened next was his problem.
When I reached the house, I parked in the driveway and sat there for a moment. The house looked exactly the same as it always had, but it no longer felt like home. I picked up my bag and stepped out. Inside, everything was quiet. I walked upstairs wit
