Before I could ask who she was, Tessa sent one last photo.
Nathan had both arms around her.
Her face was buried against his chest.
And his mother was standing beside them, holding the woman’s hand.
“Isn’t that your husband hugging some young woman?”
I felt sick.
So this was why our anniversary had been canceled.
When Nathan finally came home, I was waiting for him.
He took one look at my face.
“What’s wrong?”
I held up the photo.
His expression changed.
“Honey, I can explain.”
“I don’t want your explanation.”
“Please, just let me explain.”
“No.”
I couldn’t even look at him.
“You canceled our anniversary, lied about your mother being sick, and spent the night with another woman.”
“It’s not what you think.”
“Of course it isn’t.”
He tried to come closer.
I stepped back.
“I want a divorce.”
Nathan stared at me.
“You’re making a huge mistake.”
“Then I’ll live with it.”
I spent that night at Tessa’s.
Nathan called.
He texted.
He begged me to let him explain.
But every time I looked at those photos, I saw the same thing.
My husband had lied to me on our anniversary.
A week later, I contacted a lawyer.
