THE SHADOWS OF INFIDELITY, AND FRACTURED VOWS BEYOND FORGIVENESS
I slammed the door behind me, my chest heaving with anger and betrayal. The sound echoed through the apartment, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the whirlwind in my head. My heart pounded, not from fear, but from the sheer rage threatening to boil over.
Kim’s eyes widened as he spotted me. His relief was almost palpable, but I didn’t care. The knot of fury in my chest only tightened.
“Where’s Lysander?” I spat, my voice cold and biting. “Back with his w***e?”
Kim frowned, clearly uncomfortable, but he didn’t answer right away. His hand twitched toward his phone, probably ready to report to Lysander that I was home. Loyal to a fault, that one. Still, it grated on me — everyone was so damn loyal to Lysander, like he could
