The whole situation is absolutely insane. It's making me nauseous.
I can't wrap my head around the fact that my own husband deliberately locked the doors on me, especially when he knows how much my promotion today matters.
I shake my head while I walk back into the bedroom, my footsteps sounding hollow on the floor.
"That can't be possible. Eden wouldn't just do this."
I'm saying it out loud to try and make it sound false, but my gut knows better.
I quickly grab my phone from my purse where I left it on the floor. My fingers are shaking so badly as I hit the contacts button.
I find Eden's name, saved as "Sweetheart."
I dial it immediately and press the phone to my ear. My heartbeat is literally firing shots at this point.
"Eden here, leave a message."
I gasp as I hear his voic
