Then, I watched with my own eyes as Cruella let go of Viggo’s hand and ran happily toward a woman.
“Mommy!”
The woman crouched and scooped her up with practiced ease, her voice soft and familiar.
“Why are you running so fast? What if you fall?”
The moment I saw her face, I stopped breathing.
Carmilla.
My former college roommate, the one I had fallen out with completely.
Viggo walked over, naturally wrapping an arm around her shoulders, then leaned down and kissed her cheek.
“I’m late. Did you wait long?”
Carmilla smiled and kissed him back, her tone intimate. “The last scene just wrapped. Perfect timing. Didn’t you say you booked a hotel?”
“Mm,” he replied. “It’s our tenth anniversary. We can’t be careless.”
Tenth… anniversary?
I stood in the shadows, my entire body turning numb.
Seven years. That’s how long I had been married to him. Nine years. That’s how long I’d even known him!
Yet, they didn’t hide their affair, speaking without avoiding Cruella or anyone else.
Everyone around them acted like this was old news.
Carmilla pouted playfully. “When are you planning to divorce that woman? I’m established now. We can finally be together openly. We can make it official.”