Meredith's POV
As I stood there frozen, staring at the scene before me, I could feel my heart pounding against my chest. Matthew lay sound asleep on the bed, his body still and peaceful, yet unaware of the chaos that was unfolding around him.
Marisa, on the other hand, was frantically trying to explain herself, her voice low and hissing, Meredith let me explain," Marisa hissed slowly getting up from the bed. But I couldn't hear her words, my mind was consumed with the image of them together, and the betrayal I felt was suffocating.
At that moment, I knew I had to leave, to walk away and preserve whatever shred of dignity I had left. As I turned to go, the memory of what I had just witnessed burned into my mind, a constant reminder of the pain and heartbreak that lay ahead. I bumped into someone who was standing right at the door, equally shocked by the scene as I was.
