He ignored me. He ripped the photo to pieces and tossed the lace bra into the trash. “She set me up! I was drunk at that party and she dragged me to a hotel, took photos and edited them! She’s jealous because I rejected her and now she wants to ruin our marriage!”
But his smell gave him away. His usual cedar scent was mixed with another perfume today.
When I didn’t react, Jackson grew angry. “Elizabeth, we’ve been together eight years and just celebrated our fifth anniversary. You trust a stranger over me?”
I still insisted he sign, but he laughed. “Fine, I’ll have her explain.” He grabbed his phone, called and shouted, “Noelle, if you harass Elizabeth again, I’ll kill you!”
He stepped onto the balcony to make a call. When he came back, Jackson looked tired and pleaded, “Elizabeth, I’ll take care of this. Just give me some time. Don’t talk about divorce.”
I nodded. “Fine, I’ll give you time.”
He sighed in relief and came to hug me.
I stepped away and said, “I’m tired. I’ll sleep in the guest room.”
He stopped and stared at me, his face going pale.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. Around 3 a.m., I got up for water and heard sounds coming from the study.