Some lies taste better than the truth.
I blew up my marriage. And instead of staying home to fix it, I’m at the casino in a teal dress with nothing underneath. Robert’s not angry about the other men. He’s angry I lied.
The silence coming off him is worse than any fight, and I know I should be on our couch right now saying all the ugly things out loud. But I’m not on our couch.
I’m letting a stranger press me against a rooftop ledge with the city glittering below, because wrecking myself feels easier than confessing. The worst part? The lying makes it hotter.
Every secret I keep, my body turns it all into fuel. Now my husband wants the truth, and I don’t know if honesty will save us.
Book 4 in the All In series. The house isn’t done with her yet.
