“You weren’t ready to hear it.”
Because I knew it wasn’t completely wrong.
Still, something didn’t sit right.
“You said you ‘knew’. How?”
He hesitated, then answered.
“Sean’s former assistant, Kelly. She confided in me.”
That caught me off guard.
“When?”
“Before everything fell apart. She was concerned about how things were being handled. I didn’t tell you then, but I’m telling you now because you’re finally listening.”
Something didn’t sit right.
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
I kept thinking about what Peter said, about the boxes and Kelly.
I needed to hear the truth myself.
So I made a decision, one I wasn’t proud of.
***
Peter was fast asleep when I snuck into his room. We didn’t share a bedroom. There was no confusion about what our marriage was. His phone was on the nightstand.
I hesitated.
I needed to hear the truth.
Then I picked it up.
My FIL, well, husband’s password was simple: his name.
I found the contact.
Kelly.
I saved the number, then put the phone back exactly where it had been.
My hands were shaking when I walked out.
The next morning, I opened my phone and read the response to my message that read, “Hi, this is Catherine. Sean’s ex. Could we talk?”
When I left the house, I told Peter I needed to run some errands.
He didn’t question it.
That almost made it worse.
