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I froze.
The room around us blurred—the soft murmurs, the quiet sobs, the smell of lilies—it all faded as his words echoed in my head.
“You don’t even know what he did for you… do you?”
I shook my head slowly, my voice barely a whisper.
“What are you talking about?”
He looked at me—really looked at me—like he was seeing me for the first time. Then he let out a long, heavy sigh and gestured toward an empty chair.
“Sit,” he said.
I hesitated, but something in his tone—something final—made me obey.
He leaned forward, his hands trembling slightly.
“Those hotel rooms…” he began, “you think he was cheating on you.”
My chest tightened. “What else was I supposed to think?”
He nodded slowly. “That’s exactly what he wanted you to think.”
I blinked. “What?”