My husband cooked dinner—and minutes later, my son and I collapsed on the floor

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His mistress.

Inside my home.

Stepping over my “unconscious” body like I was furniture.

“Are we clear?” she whispered.

“Completely,” Marcus said. “They’ll wake up groggy and confused. We’ll be in another country by then.”

Another country?

My heartbeat thundered in my ears.

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