I cupped my knees to my chest and strained to hear anything from the Ryders’ house. I’d had to force the break, or he’d never have done it on his own, and she would never have any repercussions for her horrible actions. I’d had to show him how terrible his life was with her. He would have forgiven cheating, but murder? Could any spouse forgive that? Could any husband still love his wife knowing that she wanted him dead? No. The confirmation of what I’d already known had warmed me, the tequila blurring the edges of my actions with a rose tint I’d already grown quite accustomed to. I found out and never did a thing about it. Last time I didn’t even confront her with it. Matt had proven it in our conversation at the White Horse.
I couldn’t let Neena and William have an affair and her be forgiven and loved as if nothing had even happened. I’d never seen a husband with such devotion and blind acceptance. I’d had to tell him that I was leaving William, had to set that false trail to give him something to initially follow. Announcement that he would kick Neena out and wondered if he would actually stick to it.
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