Aurora stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her toothbrush moving lazily across her teeth as her thoughts continued to run wild. That sneaky husband of hers had held her all night, only to disappear before she could catch him.
Her grip on her toothbrush tightened as irritation swirled in her chest. Did he think she wouldn't notice? Did he think he could just slip back into her bed like nothing happened?
She felt his guts was on another level.
Aurora spat out the toothpaste and rinsed her mouth, her jaw tightening. "Just wait and see," she muttered under her breath.
After freshening up, she slipped into a light lavender blouse and fitted trousers before heading downstairs for breakfast.
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The dining room was quiet when Aurora entered, and as her gaze instinctively flickered to the head seat at the table, she found it empty—again.