CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
I pause in front of the hotel entrance. The strength to walk in seemed to have deserted me. What if I walked in and my husband was there waiting for me? Then what was I supposed to do or say? Because honestly there was so much I wanted to tell him, so much anger to unleash but the energy to actually get myself to do that was missing. It felt like too much work to make him understand the kind of person he had molded from the pain he deliberately caused me.
“You know I just don’t get why it’s always the good ones that get hurt,” Ray slurred as he came up behind me.
He was drunk but not enough to shut him up though. The number of times I’d listen to him devise ways to murder Dane and dispose of his body with no evidence to lead back to him, had me questioning a few tim
