What happened next felt less like a confrontation and more like a curtain being pulled back.
The investigator introduced herself. The man with the portfolio opened it. Papers were placed on the table one by one.
Andrew tried to stand, then sat back down.
His confidence disappeared so quickly it was almost frightening.
He looked at me as if I were supposed to save him from the consequences of what he had done.
But I was not his shield anymore.
I was not his excuse.
I was not the loyal wife waiting at home while he spent our anniversary with another woman.
The man I thought I knew evaporated in front of me.
In his place sat someone smaller, colder, and far less mysterious than betrayal had made him seem.
He was not complicated.
He was simply dishonest.