Not long after, I received a video from Riley.
It was a live recording of her and Vernon tangled together in bed. The sting of betrayal cut deep.
The dimly lit room pulsed with an almost suffocating intimacy. As their bodies moved urgently, Riley occasionally glanced at the camera, her eyes a spark of challenge, daring me to look.
I couldn’t tear my gaze away, staring blankly at the screen, each second sinking deeper into a silent rage. This time, I didn’t delete the video. No. Instead, I saved it, adding it to my growing collection.
When I was finally discharged, I returned to the Hamilton residence—only to find Vernon had moved back in.
"Eloise, I’ll stay with you from now on. Focus on getting better, and we’ll try for another baby," he said, offering that familiar, gentle smile. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead as if everything was normal again.
In the dead of night, I was jolted awake by an unfamiliar noise. Following the sound, I made my way to the living room, where I found Riley and Vernon shamelessly entwined on the couch, indulging in each other’s desires.