Scarlett agreed and ended the call.
Locating her old purchase history, she quickly redownloaded the security app. Checking the video cache, she instantly pulled up the feed from the master bedroom.
She honestly thought seeing him with another woman wouldn't affect her at all. But actually watching Yardley throw Veronica down onto their marital bed, watching their shameless, aggressive intimacy... it made her stomach violently churn.
Gagging, she clamped a hand over her mouth and bolted for the bathroom. Dropping to her knees in front of the toilet, she violently threw up everything she had eaten that evening.
It felt as if an invisible hand was brutally twisting her insides. The air in her own bedroom suddenly felt suffocatingly thin.
The video kept playing on her phone, but she couldn't bear to watch another second. She squeezed her eyes shut, but unbidden memories of the passionate, tender moments she had once shared with Yardley flooded her mind. The nausea hit her again in a massive wave.
The deeper her love had once been, the more utterly repulsive this felt. She shook her head frantically, desperately trying to block out the memories.
When she didn't text back, Talia anxiously called her again. "How is it?! Is the video there? Did you see it?"
"Yeah."
"Scarlett, why does your voice sound so raspy? Are you crying? Is it hurting you to watch it?" Talia's voice softened with intense concern. "It's okay, I completely understand. You guys were together for years—it's impossible to just drop all those feelings overnight. You're human. Cry if you need to! If you want company, I'm coming over right now."


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