Nisha sat on the couch, her mind clouded with tormenting thoughts of what had happened just an hour ago. Her body was still, but inside, a storm raged. Her husband was in the room with that unknown woman, and every ticking second of the clock fueled her anxiety. How could she not be anxious? The woman had clung to Rayn like a helpless child, and now, she was left waiting—waiting for him to come out and answer the flood of questions drowning her mind.
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