He simply said, “I can’t wear that tonight.”
Vanessa reached toward him.
He moved his hand away.
I looked at Ethan.
“For months, you called me insecure.”
He wiped his face.
“I know.”
“You said I was imagining things.”
“I know.”
“You made me feel ashamed for asking why you kept disappearing with her.”
He looked up.
“Claire, I was afraid of losing you.”
I stared at him.
“So you lied to me until you did?”
He began crying.
I didn’t move to comfort him.
Not because I had stopped loving him in that instant.
But because I remembered how many nights I’d apologized for being suspicious while he knew exactly what he was hiding.
David looked toward the door.
“Where’s Noah?”
“Upstairs with his cousin,” I answered.
“I don’t want him hearing any of this.”
“Neither do I.”
He nodded.
Then he turned toward Vanessa.
“I’m going home. You can contact me tomorrow about practical arrangements, but I won’t have this conversation in front of Noah.”
She stood.
“David, please.”
He looked at her.
“Last Tuesday, I joined our counseling appointment by video from my hotel room. You told the counselor you wanted to rebuild our marriage.”
