I must be out of my mind. Kissing a man I met two weeks ago, under a snow-covered tree, while my husband might be searching for me.Or maybe not. Edgar De Villiers is always too busy—too busy to notice me, too busy to even acknowledge our wedding anniversary.I am Jeanne Blanchard, married to Edgar for five years. Our life once seemed perfect, until everything changed. He grows distant, cold. I leave, lost in confusion, searching for something—someone—else.Hector. The man I help near my house, never expecting it to lead here."Should we go in?" he asks, pointing at a hotel with his glance."I'm going home.""Are you sure?""Yes. We've gone too far—""Do you think your husband is looking for you?" His words cut through me. "You fought with him, yet you expect him to chase after you? I understand—you’ve loved him for five years without pause."I stay silent. Hector leans in, his lips brushing my neck as he whispers, "But I expect you to look for me when you're upset with him. Just like
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