“Do we know each other?” I asked.
He studied me for a moment.
Then quietly answered:
**“Eleanor, soy la razón por la que tu esposo se divorció de ti.” **
My hand froze around my water glass.
For a second, I couldn’t understand what he’d said.
Then I pushed my chair backward.
“Excuse me?”
He immediately raised both hands.
“Please. Just one minute.”
I glanced toward the dining room entrance.
“Who are you?”
“I won’t make a scene,” he said. “And if you want me to leave, I will.”
I remained half standing.
“Then explain what you just said.”
His voice softened.
“You deserve to know what really happened to your marriage.”
My pulse quickened.
A hundred possibilities raced through my mind.
Was he Marcus’s lover?
A business partner?
Someone connected to a secret my husband had been hiding?
Had our entire marriage been built around something I didn’t understand?
