She told me that things were fine with me but that he only felt truly alive when he was with her. Then the call ended abruptly and left me standing in the silence of my supposed dream home.
Ten minutes later Garrett walked through the front door whistling while carrying a bag of paint samples for the walls. He acted as if nothing was wrong even though he had just set my entire world on fire without a second thought.
He didn’t even try to look surprised when I told him that Melody had just called me to reveal their secret. He simply set the samples down on a box and sighed deeply as if my discovery was an inconvenience to his day.
“I was planning to sit down and talk to you about this tonight,” he said with a calm that made me feel sick. “Is it really true?” I asked him while trying to keep my voice from breaking.
“Yes, it is true,” he answered without a single hint of shame or regret in his voice. I felt like I was going to faint but my anger was the only thing keeping me upright in that moment.
“How long has this been going on?” I demanded as I stepped toward him. “It has been about six months now,” he replied while rubbing the back of his neck as if I were the one being difficult.