In between those intervals, her eyes landed on a painting hung against Rosie's walls.

 It was a nude aesthetic of a woman being penetrated from behind, and her core tightened up as a string of nostalgia settled in her mind.

 Apart from being an asshole, Joel had always satisfied her in bed.

 Although, assuming his infidelity hadn't gotten leaked, she'd never have suspected a thing.

 Gosh, she knew Rosie was a fan of erotic painting, but this was so overly explicit that she had to avert her gaze, shutting out carnal thoughts, especially when her ex-husband was standing right in front of the door.

 Nonetheless, nothing of that sort could...