How did everything turn out this way?

I didn't bother calling Nikki over, to pick me up because I knew she will likely leave whatever she was doing when she gets the distress call.

I'm not that wicked to separate get from her work just because I feel broken-hearted.

I took a cab home and paid him with my credit card, grateful that he's one of the few taxis that pay through that method.

Thankfully, Star wasn't back by the time I returned home, so I sneaked into my room. I kept on discreetly checking my phone, expecting to receive a call from my husband, begging me to forgive him because he didn't mean to accuse me.

However, I got no call like that. I sat in my room throughout the day as my mind tried to replay what happened earlier.

All through my walk from the office to the house, I tried to think of how everything went wrong.

One minute, I was hurrying to his office to tell him of the good news, and the next minute, everything went tumbling down. It seemed like heaven was against me.

“God.”

Everything confused me.