My Hidden Identity His Hidden Affair (Sharon) novel Chapter 6

He avoided her gaze, his tone softening again.

"What do kids know? They spout silly stuff without thinking twice. Don't sweat it—why get all worked up over a kid..."

That gut-instinct favoritism in his voice hit Sharon like a sharp slap to the face.

How many times before had she ignored this favoritism?

Now, she wanted to kick herself for being so slow to catch on.

Her voice was light as a sigh.

"Gary, tell me the truth... Do you still love me?"

Gary's heart skipped a beat. He pulled her tight against his chest, resting his chin on top of her head.

"Of course I do! Sharon, what are you overthinking now? How could I not love you? I've always loved you."

Sharon was pressed tight against his chest, her nose flooded with his familiar scent. But her stomach twisted up, a harsh wave of nausea clawing at her throat.

She was about to pull away from this suffocating hug when—

Outside the door, Chloe's soft but anxious voice came through.

"Mr. Colbert! Could you come here, please? Mia's throwing a tantrum in the bathroom. She refuses to take a bath, and I really can't handle her by myself..."

Gary's arms around Sharon dropped like he'd touched a hot wire.

He pushed her away almost on reflex. "Yeah, I'll be right there."

His hand was already on the doorknob when he froze suddenly. He turned his head a little, glancing quickly at Sharon's face.

"Sharon, I... should go check on her, right?"

Sharon was about to speak when Mia's loud wailing came from the other side. Gary bolted forward, slamming the door shut behind him.

Sharon let out a bitter chuckle, her hands clamped tight. The chill in her heart sank even deeper.

After eating the oatmeal Gary had brought, she got a little strength back.

She kept sorting through her things, clearing out all the useless junk ahead of time.

That way, it'd be easier when she left.

Everything in the bedroom that rubbed her the wrong way, she tossed straight into the trash.

She even packed up the wedding dress she'd worn at their wedding and asked Mary to take it out to the trash.

Gary walked back into the room right as this was going down.

A peek of white veil sticking out of the black garbage bag sent a twinge of unease creeping into his chest.

"Sharon, where is Mary taking your wedding dress?"

Sharon's eyes were calm and blank as she stared straight at him.

"I'm sick of looking at it. Throw it away to make room."

Gary, it's not that you won't let me have my place. It's that I don't want you anymore.

Gary stared at her calm, empty expression, and his heart felt like it was being squeezed tight.

He was confused. "But you said you'd keep it forever. You even wanted to wear it again for photos when we're old. Why do you suddenly wanna throw it away?"

Sharon smiled. "There will be new ones later. It's old and out of style."

Once, she'd cherished it because she thought she was Gary's only one—the only woman who'd ever wear a wedding dress for him.

But now, Gary's heart was too crowded with someone else in it.

Just like the wedding dress, she was dead weight in this house.

They were already moving in with their daughter, and Chloe was even pregnant with a second kid. She had no reason not to make room for them.

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