Seizing the chance while he was still asleep, I immediately dressed and slipped out of the hotel room.
Unbeknownst to me, Spencer smirked in bed as the door clicked shut.
Minutes later, I arrived home, and Theron was nowhere to be found.
I checked my phone and saw our chat window still empty, a mocking smile playing at the corners of my lips.
After freshening up, I heard the door click shut and turned to find Theron standing there, casually explaining, “Lyra had too much to drink last night. She caught a bit of a chill after getting some fresh air, so I stayed behind to look after her. Nothing happened between us, so don’t think too much about it.”
As usual, Theron tossed his jacket onto the sofa and placed his phone on the coffee table to charge before heading into the bedroom.
When I finished my makeup and stepped out, I noticed a used hygiene product poking out of his pocket. A wave of nausea quickly rose in my throat.
Today was supposed to be our wedding photo day. I walked to the bedroom door with a cold demeanor and asked, “Are we still going ahead with the photos today?”