JADEN.
Something was very off.
Valerie was making everything way too easy for me, and I swear to God, every second of it made my skin crawl.
First thing in the damn morning, before the sun even finished rising, she was already sitting in front of the mirror in full costume.
Soft curls.
Pearl earrings.
A pale dress that screamed 'America’s Sweetheart.'
Light makeup that was barely there, just enough to say 'I’m wholesome, I’m gentle, I’m the perfect wife who forgives everything.'
She looked like she was prepping for a magazine spread titled:
‘How to be the perfect woman while your husband’s life implodes.’
I opened my eyes, and she turned immediately with a smile.
“Good morning, honey.”
I didn't f*****g answer. I reached for my phone and saw three missed calls and a text from Ke
