Brielle POV Albert left Sandra's house shortly after our heated conversation, his expression dark and conflicted. He didn’t say another word, just grabbed his car keys and stormed out.I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, watching him walk down the driveway through the window. My emotions were a whirlwind—anger, hurt, confusion. Every word he’d spoken replayed in my mind, but none of it made sense.The silence in the house was broken when Sandra appeared in the living room, holding something in her hand. Her face was a mix of curiosity and subtle amusement as she held up a navy blue suit jacket.“Brielle, isn’t this your husband’s?” she asked, her tone almost teasing. “It seems he left in such a rush that he forgot something.”My gaze snapped to the jacket, and my heart skipped. It was unmistakably Albert’s—his initials, A.H., were embroidered subtly on the inside pocket.“Yes, it’s his,” I said stiffly, taking the jacket from her.Sandra raised an eyebrow but didn’t p
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