“Uh, no. Just answer me.”
Well, what choice did he have?
“If it’s going to be worse and ruin lives, it’s better to just do it and deal with it now. I don’t like putting shit off if I can handle it before it’s a million times worse.”
That’s what she figured.
Honestly, on her way over, she was weighing the options of not telling Ridge to save his heart.
It just felt…wrong.
“What is it, Bish? Are you sick? Is the baby okay?”
She went there.
“Wynter was seeing a therapist, and when I say ‘seeing’, I mean getting naked with him on Fridays. That’s why she was on the birth control pills.”
The second she said it, his flabbers were ghasted.
In fact, he stared, mouth open.
She continued.
“From what it looks like, it was a hot and heavy relationship where she was getting her exit plan in order to leave him. Apparently, the sex in the static was too much for her. She told the man she was shagging that her husband took a gay lover, and she was evening the score.”
Oh.
Holy.
Fuck.
Still, he said nothing.
“So now, we have to decide to devastate Ridge while he’s already been kicked in the balls, or let him recover and risk him finding out that we didn’t tell him—only to have him kick us in the balls.”
Jesus.
This was a bad place to be.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded.
Bishop showed him the infamous text that made them all go down the rabbit hole.
“Why would she meet him at a different…?”
And there it was again.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”
Yeah, pretty much.
“So, she cheated on her husband to get even with him for having a relationship in my mind while we went into the static?” he asked.
She nodded.
Only, Lucian went there.