“We were talking about the future.”
“My future?”
“Our future.”
I laughed.
“You don’t get to say our future.”
He closed his eyes.
“I was going to leave.”
“When?”
“I don’t know.”
“You knew.”
He said nothing.
“You were waiting for the right moment.”
“Yes.”
“What was the right moment?”
“When the children were older.”
I stared at him.
“Both of you said that?”
He didn’t answer.
“That’s why you were using my name.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then tell me what it was like.”
He finally looked at me.
“We were looking at apartments.”
My chest tightened.
“Together?”
“Yes.”
“And the house?”
He looked away.
“What about the house?”
“Were you planning to sell it?”
“No.”
“Transfer it?”
“No.”
“Put it in her name?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
He whispered:
“I thought you’d keep it.”
I stared at him.
“So you were planning a new life while leaving me with the old one.”
