My wife faces me, her gaze filled with disappointment and pain. “I’m not her,” she says, her voice soft. “I’m not Jill, Lexington. I don’t deserve to pay for her crimes when all I’ve ever done was love you.” “I know you’re not her,” I tell my wife, staring down at my feet. For a few moments, I was convinced Raya had done exactly what Jill did, and she’s right, I punished her for it before even hearing her out. Regret crashes through me, and my heart squeezes painfully. I draw a shaky breath and reach for her, only to pull my hand back the moment she flinches. I’d give anything to rewind time a
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