I didn’t know that, within minutes, I would discover how badly I had misunderstood what I had seen.
I was sitting on the couch when I heard shouting from the street.
At first, I ignored it.
Then I heard my name.
“Allison!”
I closed my eyes.
Of course.
Mark had come home.
“Allison, please! Open the door!”
I walked to the window and looked down.
Mark was standing on the pavement, trying to gather his scattered belongings. His face was red, and his hair was disheveled.
Beside him stood the young woman from the jewelry boutique.
She was holding one of his jackets and looking deeply uncomfortable.
The sight made my anger flare again.
I pushed the window open.
“What do you want?”
Mark looked up.
“Please, let me explain!”
“Explain what? That you were buying an engagement ring for another woman?”
“It’s not what you think!”
I let out a bitter laugh.
