He said I was destroying his family.
He warned that I would regret involving lawyers.
Finally, he sent a message that revealed more than he intended.
You signed the documents, Emma. You can’t pretend you didn’t know what you were doing.
I forwarded it to Rebecca.
She preserved it with the other evidence.
I did not respond.
My mother struggled to understand what had happened.
She had been so happy when I married Adrian.
She had imagined a secure future for me.
A beautiful house.
Children.
A husband who would take care of me.
Now she sat beside me at my parents’ kitchen table, holding a cup of tea with trembling hands.
“Emma, I keep thinking about the wedding.”
I looked at her.
“So do I.”
She began to cry.
“Everyone was so happy.”
I took her hand.
“I know.”
She looked at me.
“How could he do this?”
