My Husband Slapped Me Over a Broken Coffee Cup—The Next Morning He Smiled at Breakfast Until He Saw Who Was Waiting at the Table
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Chapter 7 - The NeighborThe doorbell rang.
A middle-aged woman entered.
Mrs. Lawson.
Our next-door neighbor.
She looked nervous.
"I heard everything."
"For years."
Oliver laughed bitterly.
"You never saw anything."
Mrs. Lawson slowly placed a flash drive on the table.
"I installed security cameras after someone vandalized my garage."
She looked directly at him.
"They recorded your driveway."
Every night.
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Every argument.
Every time Emma ran outside crying.
