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The contact was just what I needed, and instead of pushing him away or freezing, I did something that shocked even myself.

I leaned into him, closing my eyes, and breathing his masculine scent, bolstering myself with his strength and energy.

I felt something warm and firm press against my head, and I sighed. My husband had kissed me on the head.

Gently. Sweetly.

And it was everything I’d always wanted.

Affection. Support. Unwavering strength.

Oh God, I am in love with him.

I didn’t dare open my eyes again as we moved like snails through the thick traffic. Rain started pelting against the windows, and I gasped as thunder roared and lightning struck.

“It’ll pass, Lupina,” Andres whispered, tightening his hold on my leg.

That’s what I was afraid of.

That all of this would pass.

I bit my lip and offered a prayer to whoever was listening.

Please keep Sammy safe.

Don’t let Gary get his slimy hands on my son.

And please, if it’s possible, let me keep Andres.

Let me have this one thing for me. Please.

Tears filled my eyes, and I felt wretched for being so selfish. I had other things to worry about than the possibility that I was so far gone in love with my own husband, I couldn’t breathe.

What do I do now?

What do I do if this is too much for him?

What do I do when he wants to leave me?

Panic was seconds away from setting it. But I couldn’t afford to have a nervous breakdown. I couldn’t pause to think about any of that right then.

I had to focus on the enemy I was about to face. Not the enemy that was my self-doubt.

Get your game face on, Ellie. It’s time.

CHAPTER THIRTY ANDRES

The car ride was ripe with emotions.

Hers and mine.

I was so amped up about her coming face to face with her ex, it was all I could do to keep on breathing.

I was used to pushing myself. To facing uncomfortable situations head on. But I didn’t like the idea of Ellie being in the same room as him.

That motherfucker owed me a debt, and I intended to collect.

Just not yet.

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