Her Boy Toy

The penthouse was suffocatingly quiet, a stark confirmation that her husband had no intention of coming home.

Instead of wasting time picturing how Enrico was likely fucking his mistress, Maren sat at her dressing table. She aggressively scrubbed the lingering tears from her cheeks. The crushing despair from the limo was gone, replaced by a cold, mechanical drive. She was entirely on her own now