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Behind Karyna, her luggage lay open on the bed, half-full of her clothes.

Why…was she leaving him?

Chapter 6

Not Just Yet

Ifeel guilty all of a sudden, but what makes it worse is that I know how it has nothing at all to do with my husband walking in holding a gun.

His gaze slowly scans the room, his body rigid, and that’s when I realize…

“It’s okay,” I say unevenly. “N-Nothing bad happened.”

He doesn’t answer, but he does lower the gun. His gaze remains on me as he makes a call⁠—

“I found her.”

—most likely to Chadwick, based on those three words.

He pockets his phone, and I find myself gulping. Why isn’t he talking? And why do I still feel guilty? I’m sure it’s easy for him to see that I’m not going to make things hard or awkward for him. Shouldn’t he be pleased about that?

The silence in the room is starting to drive me crazy, and my fists clench against my sides in an effort not to lose my composure.

You can do this, Kar.

Just keep it simple.

And…and don’t make things awkward.

So I muster a smile. “You’re…back.”

More silence, and well…

That wasn’t awkward, but it was lame, which is worse.

His gaze finally travels to my half-open suitcase. “What’s all this?”

I can’t believe he’s making me spell it out, but…whatever floats his boat.

Or yacht, in this case.

And so I hang on to my smile with an effort. “Konrad and Joel…”

"What about them?"

I look at him uncertainly. “Are you saying you didn’t have anything to do with their deaths? The news⁠—”

I stop speaking when I see him stiffen.

He…doesn’t know. He wasn’t behind their deaths. But…it doesn’t change a thing.

“I—”

He holds one hand up, and I stop speaking again. All I can do is watch in tense silence as he checks the news on his phone. All I can do is wait for things to click for him while my heart starts aching harder and harder. I’m fighting back tears and struggling to stay upright because I just can’t stop wondering if this right here…

Is this the last time I’ll see him?

The last time I’ll be in the same room as him?