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Eva

I entered the bedroom, and my eyes landed on Thelma's husband, lying on the bed, engrossed in his phone. A bright smile lit up his face, and I could tell he was chatting with someone. He looked up, caught my gaze, and his expression turned sour. "What are you doing here?" he growled, his tone dripping with disdain.

"I'm sorry for not knocking