"Enough! What, you want to announce to the whole world that Nathaniel Gilbert got cheated on? You couldn't just talk about this at home?"
"I would've loved to have this conversation at home! But you're the one who threw yourself at Morris and put it all on display!"
I had never felt this kind of pain and rage before. It was like someone had reached into my chest and was tearing it open with bare hands.
Every breath burned.
I couldn't stay there another second. I grabbed my jacket and left like I was running for my life.
I ended up at a bar. Walking down empty streets, eyes stinging, tears threatening to fall.
Our marriage was over. I was done with both of them. The woman and the brother.
It was well past midnight by the time I made it back to the home that had once felt warm and safe.
But the moment I saw our wedding photo, every dead memory came rushing back like a blade to the chest, and there was nowhere to hide.
I pulled the photo off the wall and smashed it with my own hands.
The crash was loud. Valerie came running out in a sheer lace negligee.
"Nathaniel, that's enough!"