Olivia confronted him. He told her it was complicated. Then he stopped answering her.
She didn’t walk away. She started looking for other women. Found Tessa. Tessa found Brooke. And then the pattern became impossible to ignore.
“It’s been happening for years,” Tessa said.
“How many?” I asked.
Nobody answered.
“How many women?”
“We don’t know. We’re the seven we could verify.”
The changed passcode on his phone. Every Thursday I’d eaten alone. Every delayed flight. Every late-night message he’d waved off as work.
“The lingerie,” I said.
Tessa looked almost embarrassed. “That was Olivia’s idea.”
“You came to my house at three in the morning.”
“All of us,” Brooke said.
“Why underwear?”
Brooke answered. “Because he bought lingerie for several of us. He liked giving it as gifts.”
I thought about a boutique charge on our credit card statement from six months ago. Marcus had explained it as a group birthday gift for someone at work.
