I was a dignified person. Even if we were going to separate, I didn't want it to be ugly.
But the moment I walked through the door, I froze.
I wasn't the only one. Mrs. Whitney Sr. froze. Jayden froze.
Everyone froze except the woman sitting on the couch, the one my husband was hand-feeding fruit to.
She looked me up and down, head to toe. Like she was inspecting a piece of trash. Her eyes dripped with disgust.
Sneaking into my home for her affairs wasn't enough for her anymore. She wanted something more thrilling.
"What are you doing here?"
Jayden's smile was stiff, unnatural.
"You texted me to come."
I watched his flustered expression and understood instantly. That woman had sent the text from his phone without him knowing.
I really was stupid. I'd walked right into my own humiliation.
"Oh... I almost forgot... right... right..."
Jayden stammered through a weak laugh.
Three place settings sat on the table.
I was the extra one.
My nose stung. A bitter ache spread through my chest.
Mrs. Whitney Sr. looked at me with barely concealed contempt. "You're coming back and you can't even give us a heads-up?"
I opened my mouth but couldn't summon the energy to argue with her.