“Some of what was on the car was things he’d actually given us,” Tessa said. “Some was cheap stuff we bought for the stunt.”
“You wanted to humiliate him.”
“Yes.” She paused. “But mostly we wanted him to stop lying.”
I looked at her. “So you humiliated me instead. The whole neighborhood saw that car before I did.”
Her face fell. “I know. I’m sorry.”
It didn’t fix anything. The apology was real, I think, but it didn’t change the fact that strangers had known something about my marriage before I did. That I’d walked out my own front door into a secret that everyone on the block could see the shape of before I could.
Then Tessa pushed one more screenshot toward me.
She had sent Marcus a message less than two weeks earlier, asking whether he ever planned to leave his wife.
His answer was five words.
