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<\/p>\nThe life of real estate agent Mila wasn\u2019t bad. Work was better than ever, and she earned enough money to afford the life she had always dreamed of. But she felt like her husband was drifting away, becoming distant and cold. Everything fell apart when his mistress called Mila to rent an apartment.<\/p>\n
Mila sat at the kitchen table, carefully arranging breakfast for herself and her husband, Richard.<\/p>\n
The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the cozy kitchen, and the sizzle of eggs cooking in the pan added warmth to the morning.<\/p>\n
She slid the omelet onto a plate, adding some toast on the side, hoping the familiar routine would spark a connection between them.<\/p>\n
As she set the plate in front of Richard, she tried to make light conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n
So, any thoughts on our weekend plans? We could visit that new art gallery downtown, or maybe catch a movie. What do you think?\u201d Her voice was gentle, trying to bridge the growing distance between them.<\/p>\n
Richard barely lifted his head from his phone, giving a distracted grunt in response. \u201cWe\u2019ll see,\u201d he muttered, his eyes glued to the screen.<\/p>\n
Mila felt a twinge of disappointment but hid it behind a patient smile. This had become their routine lately\u2014her trying to engage and him always seeming elsewhere.<\/p>\n
As she poured herself another cup of coffee, Richard\u2019s phone lit up again. Mila\u2019s eyes, drawn by the movement, caught a glimpse of the name \u201cCarol\u201d flashing on the screen, along with a photo of a woman she didn\u2019t recognize.<\/p>\n
Her heart gave a small lurch, but she quickly composed herself.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho\u2019s Carol?\u201d she asked, her tone casual but her stomach tightening with suspicion.<\/p>\n
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Richard didn\u2019t seem fazed. He barely even looked up as he responded, \u201cOh, she\u2019s a business colleague. We\u2019re having a meeting this weekend out of town. I\u2019ll be gone until Monday.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice was flat, matter-of-fact as if the conversation was no more significant than discussing the weather.<\/p>\n
Mila forced herself to smile, though her chest felt tight.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, I see. Well, have a safe trip,\u201d she said, kissing him lightly on the cheek as he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. \u201cI\u2019ll see you Monday, then.\u201d<\/p>\n
As the door clicked shut behind him, Mila stood for a moment in the quiet kitchen, the warmth of breakfast seeming to fade.<\/p>\n
She stared out the window, watching Richard\u2019s car pull out of the driveway. A growing unease settled in her chest, gnawing at her insides.<\/p>\n
This business trip felt different\u2014there was something about it that didn\u2019t sit right with her, something more than just another weekend away.<\/p>\n
Shaking off her unease, Mila turned her attention to her schedule for the day. She had a meeting with a potential client, a woman looking to rent a luxury apartment for the weekend.<\/p>\n
Mila had always been dedicated to her work as a real estate agent, and today would be no different. As much as her heart weighed with suspicion, she needed to focus.<\/p>\n
Still, as she prepared to leave the house, the image of the name \u201cCarol\u201d on Richard\u2019s phone lingered in her mind.<\/p>\n
Something was off, but for now, all she could do was push those thoughts aside and head to her meeting. Little did she know, the day ahead would reveal more than she ever imagined.<\/p>\n
Later that day, Mila walked into the apartment, her mind still reeling from the morning\u2019s events. She tried to focus on her upcoming meeting, reminding herself that work was the best way to keep her thoughts at bay.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"