My sister kissed my husband in front of thirty people at her own anniversary party and called it a joke. Her husband had a wrapped present in his hands and an envelope she had never opened.

Eventually.

As though my entire marriage was something I would eventually get over.

I kept scrolling.

Then another message appeared.

Sasha:

What about the money?

I frowned.

Callan:

I’ll handle it.

Sasha:

And the house?

Callan:

She won’t fight me if I do it carefully.

My stomach tightened.

I read it again.

The bedroom door opened.

I looked up.

Callan stood there.

His hair was wet.

He looked at the phone in my hand.

He didn’t ask what I’d found.

He knew.

“You weren’t supposed to find that.”

I looked at him.

“No.”

I put the phone on the bed.

“You weren’t supposed to get caught.”

He closed his eyes.

“Bryony…”

“How long?”

“I told you.”

“No. You lied.”

“I was scared.”

“You weren’t scared when you were doing it.”

He looked at me.

“I love you.”

I shook my head.

“Don’t say that.”