You froze so completely it felt as if your skeleton had turned to salt.
When you confronted him, he didn’t deny it. He didn’t apologize. He didn’t even have the decency to look ashamed.
“She understands me,” he said. “She’s not like you. You talk about the house, school, groceries, diapers. That’s all you ever are now.”
You remember staring at him and thinking that betrayal is never really one wound. It’s a row of them. First the affair. Then the pregnancy. Then the fact that he had built another future while still sleeping in your bed.
Before you could even answer, Teresa stepped in, her face practically glowing with vindication.
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