The restaurant noise faded behind the pounding in my ears.
Daniel led me a few steps back, just enough that Andrew could not see us clearly. Then he unlocked his phone and showed me what he had been carrying alone for weeks.
Photos.
Receipts.
Hotel entrances.
Lunches that lasted too long.
Messages that left no room for misunderstanding.
There was my husband, smiling beside Daniel’s wife like a man living a second life. The timestamps stretched back six weeks, though the ease between them made me wonder if it had been longer.
“I was going to confront them tonight,” Daniel said. “Then I saw you walk in.”
I stared at the screen, feeling something inside me go still.
Rage had brought me to the edge.
But truth held me there.