But before I could make it far, she called after me.
“Of course, you should congratulate me. The baby’s position has been unstable recently and the doctor says I need a quiet place to rest. I think the house you two are living in would be perfect for that. What do you think? Do you think Cooper would agree if I asked to move in there?”
Her words were soaked in provocation, each syllable dripping with malice.
I couldn’t find the words to respond.
The house we shared had been built specifically for us, something Cooper had created with me in mind. Every detail had been carefully designed to suit my taste.
It was supposed to be our sanctuary; the place he had promised would be forever ours.
No matter how much he had fallen for her, there was no way he would allow her into our home.
I didn’t bother responding to her words, simply turning away and leaving without looking back.
When I got home, Cooper suddenly spoke up.
“Wife, it’s been a while since you’ve gone on a trip. How about I arrange one for you? You could take some time to clear your mind.”
I pressed my lips together, then asked, “Will you be going with me?”
He gave me a helpless smile as he pulled me into a hug.