Chapter 41

Karl swallowed, trying to push the memory out of his head. But the more he tried to forget, the more vivid it became. The heat, the way she looked up at him, the softness of her lips—

He exhaled sharply, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Sounds nice," he muttered, forcing himself to focus on Rebecca's words instead of the image burned into his mind.

She beamed. "Yeah! I just want to remind him how much I love him, you know?"

Karl almost laughed.

Love?

He barely held back a scoff.

Her husband was out there screwing another woman without a shred of guilt, and here she was, planning a special dinner like some devoted wife.

Just like that, Karl felt a wave of disgust—not at Rebecca, but at how damn easy it was for people to lie to themselves.

He had seen it before. People pretending everything was fine, ignoring the obvious signs, clinging to whatever illusion made them feel safe.