My head snapped up.
“You confronted Marcus?”
“Yes.”
“What did you say?”
“I told him I had evidence of the relationship. I said he should tell you the truth and handle the marriage honestly. Otherwise, I intended to make sure you received the information.”
I could barely breathe.
“So that’s why he left?”
Peter looked regretful.
“I believe it’s why he finally confronted the situation.”
Lo miré.
“He told me we’d grown apart.”
Peter lowered his eyes.
“Marcus chose the explanation that made him appear unhappy instead of unfaithful.”
My chest tightened.
I remembered the countless times I’d begged my husband for an answer.
*¿Era algo que hice? *
*¿Te hice infeliz? *
*¿Podríamos arreglarlo? *
Y cada vez, simplemente había repetido:
We’ve grown apart.
I looked at Peter.
“Why didn’t you just send the photographs to me?”
“Lo he considerado”.
“¿Entonces por qué entrar en esta nave?”
