He kissed her.
He kissedMila.
My husband kissed another woman on ouranniversary, and then he came home and told me?—
"You saidnothinghappened." My voice is barely a whisper, but I know he heard me.
"Because a kiss isn't?—"
Is he being fucking serious? A kiss isn’t what? A betrayal? Tell that to my heart, you fucker.
"You saidnothing,Devon!" The words burst out of me. "You looked me in my eyes and told me nothing happened! I asked you—Ibeggedyou to tell me the truth?—"
"I know?—"
"—and you lied! Over and over, you fuckinglied!"
I'm on my feet now, though I don't remember standing. Devon reaches for me, but I flinch back like his touch will burn.
“Don'tfucking touch me!”
"Jade, please, it didn't mean anything, I swear?—"
It didn’t mean anything.It didn’t mean anything?
A kiss isn’t?—
"Then why hide it?" My voice breaks on the wordhide."If it meant nothing, why not tell me? Why let me spend the last two weeks tearing myself apart, wondering if I was crazy for not believing you?"
Devon is silent, his face ashen.
He kissed Mila. I can’t stop imagining the sight of the two of them, so fucking perfect and hungry for each other?—
"Oh, my God." I press my hands to my face, trying to hold myself together. "Oh myGod, Devon!”
"Jade, it was one kiss. One stupid, drunken kiss that I regret more than anything?—"
"You hadsexwithmelast night! You promised me while you were inside me, Devon—and the whole time youknew. Youknewyou were lying to me."
"I wasn't?—"
"You were!" I'm crying now, hot tears streaming down my face, and I don't care. Let him see what he's done. Let him drown in my tears. "I asked you, Devon, point blank. Did anything happen? And you saidno. You held my gaze as you fucked me and you and saidno."
He flinches like I've slapped him.
"I didn't know how to tell you," he whispers. "I was scared you'd leave me.”
"So, instead you let me believe I wasparanoid? You let me think I was losing my fucking mind?"
Theaudacityof this man?—
"No—"
"Yes!" I grab the nearest thing—a fucking pillow—and hurl it at him. He doesn't dodge it either. "That'sexactlywhat you did! Every time I questioned something, or I found another hole in your story,you made me feel likeIwas the problem. Like my intuition was wrong."
"Jade—"
"What else?" The question comes out in a hiss. “What else haven't you told me?”
