Bobby chuckled. "To take care of the house, cook, and clean, of course."
My body went weak instantly. My vision blurred as I held back tears. But I stayed there, watching as Grace clung to Bobby affectionately. She noticed my presence. Instead of feeling guilty, she ran her fingers along Bobby’s neck and kissed him passionately.
I couldn’t bear to watch anymore. With unsteady steps, I left the hallway. Each step felt heavy, as if my emotional burden weighed me down.
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That night, Bobby didn’t come home. Instead, I received a text from Grace.
[He’s drunk and sound asleep in my bed. Get used to sharing Bobby with me from now on.]
The message was accompanied by a photo of Bobby lying naked on a bed.
[Or you could do the right thing and leave his life.]
I typed a brief reply. [Tell Bobby I left something in the room. If he comes home, tell him to check. It’s a gift from me.]
After that, I blocked her number. I grabbed the suitcase I had already packed in the corner of the room.
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I visited my parents’ graves before heading to the airport. There, I apologized and asked for their blessings.