I caught my husband sleeping with my brother’s wife, so I quietly swapped the lubricant in his bag for industrial glue.
For several seconds, the h/o/spital room seemed to lose all sound. The monitors continued their steady rhythm beside Julian’s bed, but everything else faded beneath the force of those two words.
Brandon stared at him as if he had spoken in another language.
“My mother-in-law?” he asked.
Julian closed his eyes.
“She started it,” he murmured. “Not the affair. Everything before that.”
I stood completely still. My mother had been part of our company since my father founded it. She had served on the board, advised Julian when he first joined the business, and comforted me through every failed fertility appointment.
She had held my hand while I cried.
She had told me some things were not meant to be.
