A wave of emotion surged through me, thick as fog, swallowing me whole. I could barely breathe. I stayed silent for a long time before finally managing a hoarse response. …Late at night, Pierse called my name softly. “Eva, are you asleep?” His voice was gentle, as if making sure I was deep in sleep before he carefully got up and stepped onto the balcony to make a call. “You saw my wife today?”“Doll, divorce isn’t as simple as you think.”“You’ve always been good, don’t start making a fuss now, okay?” Just a few steps away, separated only by a glass door, my husband was soothing his young lover. “Of course, I love you. I love you the most.” His voice was soft, affectionate, laced with tenderness. A faint curl of smoke rose from between his fingers. I stared at him, frozen. Then, as if sensing something, Pierse turned his head. Through the glass, our eyes met. He stiffened on the spot. “…Eva.” I closed my eyes for a moment before rasping, “Pierse, who are y
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