“What if she finds out about me… and Michael?”
Time seemed to stop.
I stood frozen in my kitchen, staring at my phone as if it had suddenly become something dangerous.
My mind raced through a hundred possibilities, but none of them made sense.
I wanted to believe I had misunderstood.
I wanted to convince myself there had to be another explanation.
Instead, the next two minutes became the worst moments of my entire life.
That was when another familiar voice joined the conversation.
It was my husband.
“I told you she’d never suspect anything,” Michael said calmly.
My knees nearly gave out.
I grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter to keep myself from collapsing.
My pulse pounded in my ears so loudly that I barely heard the rest of the conversation.
“She trusts all of us,” my mother-in-law replied. “That’s what makes this so much easier.”
“I still think we should be careful,” the ex-wife said. “She’s smarter than you give her credit for.”
Michael chuckled.
“I’ve lived with Jill for three years. Believe me, if she had any clue, we’d already know.”
The three of them laughed again.
I ended the call before I heard another word.
For several seconds, I simply stood there, staring at my reflection in the dark screen of my phone.
I looked exactly the same.
My brown hair was pulled into a loose ponytail.
I was wearing the same oversized sweater I had thrown on after work.
I was still the same woman who had started the afternoon believing she had a happy marriage.
Only now, everything I thought I knew felt like a lie.
I do not remember walking into the living room.
I only remember sinking onto the couch and trying to breathe.
Michael and I had been married for three years.
We had dated for almost two years before that.
Our relationship had never been dramatic.
We did not scream at each other.
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