"His chat history! He didn't even bother to delete it. He knew I trusted him and wouldn't check his phone, so he took advantage of my trust and flirted with his secretary right under my nose. How ridiculous is that?"
"That's pretty low of him."
"Ten years together, seven years of dating, three years of marriage, and he cheats on me, then comes back and says he loves me. Isn't it hilarious?"
I leaned my head against the car window, looking out at the foggy weather.
"Why are men like this? Both the cheaters and the mistresses are disgusting."
"It sounds like you're scolding me too."
Emmett's expression faltered slightly, and I offered him an apologetic smile.
The car stopped at the entrance of the apartment complex, and Emmett handed me an umbrella.
"Return it next time."
"Thank you."
I walked into the complex with the umbrella.
Only after I entered, my home did the Range Rover downstairs slowly drive away.
I unlocked my phone, and dozens of messages popped up instantly.
Mostly, it was just Arthur talking to himself.
[Avery, I can't be without you! Please don’t leave me.]
[I've made it clear to Lyla that I won’t see her anymore. Can you come back to me?]
[Don't divorce me, okay? I know I was wrong.]