CINDY’S POV
Vicky chuckled, tossing her hair with this proud-as-hell smirk.
“Yeah, fifty motherfck!ng missed calls from your beloved hubby. Now, tell me, is it working or what?”
I stared at the screen, my thumb scrolling fast through the messages, twenty of ‘em, each one more frantic:
Where are you? Are you with him?
Call me back.
Please, Cindy, come home.
The same man who didn’t notice when I vanished for a week. Who blocked my number because I “bothered” him too much.
Now blowing up my phone since last night, the last one being twenty minutes ago.
My stomach twisted with a mix of shock and something bitter.
Did he actually care, or was he just panicking, realizing the control he had over me was slipping away like sand?
I scoffed, tossing the phone to the foot of the bed, where
