“I didn’t mean for it to happen,” he whispered. “I should have said something right away… I should have told her…”
Told me what?
In ten years of marriage, I had never heard Adrian sound like that. Not when we were broke. Not when we lost a pregnancy. Not even when his mother was dying in the hospital.
But now, he sounded… broken.
A thousand ugly thoughts rushed through my head at once.
Does he have another woman?
Is he in trouble?
Did he lose all our savings?
Is he sick?
Is he leaving?
I lay there in the dark, clutching the sheet until my knuckles hurt, feeling like my whole life had been quietly tilting without me noticing — and tonight it had finally started to fall.
The next morning, I played dumb.
I got up, cooked breakfast, packed the kids’ lunches, poured his coffee. I made stupid little jokes, pretending everything was normal.
