And Mark had been trying desperately to cover it up.
But there was one thing neither of us knew.
Mark’s brother had already discovered that Claire and I were talking.
And that meant he knew the truth was about to come out.
That afternoon, I returned home.
Not because I had forgiven Mark.
But because I needed answers.
When I entered the house, Mark was sitting alone in the living room.
He looked exhausted.
He stood when he saw me.
“You came back.”
“I came for my things.”
His face fell.
“I understand.”
“No, you don’t.”
I placed my purse on the table.
“I came back because I want the truth.”
“You’ll have it.”
“All of it.”
He nodded.
“All of it.”
Before he could say anything else, the front door opened.
His brother walked in.
He stopped when he saw me.
Then he looked at Mark.
Then at the papers on the table.
