I had intended to tell him the truth. Hours ago, I'd sent him a WeChat message explaining I was at the hospital bandaging my foot and wouldn't be making dinner. I didn't know why he hadn't seen it—or if he'd simply chosen to ignore it.
But now, the words died in my throat.
If they actually cared about the truth, they would have asked. Even a blind man can feel his way there if he tries. But Harrison and Blake refused to lift the blindfold. I could shove evidence under a magnifying glass and they'd still claim they saw nothing.
Why bother? Justifying myself now would only invite more humiliation.
The mirage of my perfect marriage evaporated, leaving nothing but dry, barren ground.
I wiped my face. When I spoke, my voice was flat.
"Harrison, let's get a divorce."
