You’d think after 20 years, we’d trust each other completely. Yet in five years as a couple, I’d never once touched his phone. He took every call in secret.
Once, while he lay feverish in bed, his phone buzzed nonstop. I tried to mute it, but the moment my finger grazed the screen, he woke up and accused me of snooping. No explanation helped. I spent that night alone on the couch.
I told myself it was just his guarded nature—that someday, I’d earn his trust. But five years changed nothing. Now he wanted a child with another woman, indifferent to how his actual fiancée might feel.
When Dominic returned, he was grinning. He grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
“I need to go. Think about what I said.”
His hurried footsteps echoed. Only one person made him rush like that: Beverly.
Sure enough, minutes later, Beverly sent a photo. When I zoomed in, my legs nearly gave out.
