When I confronted him, he didn’t deny it. Just said he needed “something for himself.” That marriage had become “too much work.”I asked what he wanted. He said he didn’t know. That he needed time to figure it out.
So I gave him time. Kept running the business. Kept managing our life. Kept hoping he’d realize what he was risking.
He didn’t. He just got bolder.
The backyard party was his idea. End-of-summer gathering. Neighbors. Friends. Clients.I’d spent two days preparing. Food. Drinks. Setup. Everything perfect because that’s what I did.
Then Tessa showed up. In my dress. The red one from our anniversary.