Page 62 of Unfaithful

Missed her so fucking much.

Pinching my eyes shut, I prayed for strength that I wouldn't break down in front of these people, wouldn't run to my wife, and kneel at her feet, begging for mercy. For forgiveness. For her to take me back.

Slowly, I turned, my gaze falling to the ground first—her feet.

Those black pumps with the red soles she loved so much.

Then, there was her dress. It was baby blue today. Soft and delicate, it looked lovely on her. I always loved that dress.

And then, finally, her face.

My breath caught in my throat.

A wave of emotion crashed over me. So overwhelming I could barely stand.

And just like that, I was reminded of my stupidity all over again.

I lost her.

I lost someone like her when I should have worshipped her, cherished her, taken care of her.

God, I wasn't ready for this.

I wasn't ready to see her face-to-face like this.

Sara walked towards me, so calm and controlled.

And me?

I was falling apart right in front of her.

"Cole." She gave me a nod.

I still couldn't speak. Couldn't even move.

Then her gaze landed on Elsa, sharp as a blade. "I see you brought your trash with you."

Elsa seemed to have finally collected herself because she snapped, "I am not trash! I'm—"

"Oh, you are trash," someone muttered from the background.

Elsa's head whipped around frantically, her eyes darting from face to face, desperate to find the source.

"Someone get her the hell out of here," I barked.

Elsa's eyes widened in disbelief as if she couldn't process what I'd just said.

"There's security!" Dona shouted, pointing toward the entrance. Without hesitation, she took charge, speaking to the two approaching guards. They didn't waste a second, heading straight for Elsa.

She let out an angry huff, lifted her chin high, and spun around with unnecessary drama before stomping toward the door. The security guards trailed behind her, making sure she left.

But Elsa was crying. I could tell from the way her shoulders trembled, the way she struggled to keep herself together. She didn't even manage a single word.

Right before Elsa could cross the threshold, Sara's voice sliced through the room—cold, sharp, and commanding.

"Wait."

Elsa froze, then turned around slowly, confusion flickering across her face.

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