I no longer wanted to ask him questions.
I wanted to see the truth for myself.
Two days later, Robert put on one of his best shirts.
He used the cologne he hadn’t worn in months.
He spent longer than usual fixing his hair.
I stood in the bedroom doorway, watching him.
“Where are you going?”
He didn’t even turn around.
“I have a meeting with a client.”
“Will you be late?”
“Probably.”
He kissed me on the forehead and walked out.
I waited fifteen minutes.
Then I picked up my car keys.
When his car stopped in front of a hotel downtown, my hands began to shake.
Robert got out.
He looked around.
Pulled his phone from his pocket.
And a few seconds later, a woman appeared near the hotel entrance.
Long dark hair.
A red coat.
She walked straight toward my husband.
And what Robert did next made me freeze in my car.
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