Brielle covered her mouth. "I'm so sorry."
"How long?"
She hesitated.
"How long?" I demanded.
"Six months."
The words nearly took my knees out from under me.
Six months of lunches. Six months of me asking if he was tired. Six months of him kissing near my ear while looking at his phone. Six months of me thinking our marriage was quiet because life got that way sometimes.
"Is it still happening?" I asked.
"No," she said quickly. "I ended it two weeks ago."
"Why?"
Her expression changed then. Shame moved through it, but so did anger. "Because I found out he was lying about something. Not you. Something at work. He promised me he was leaving the company and starting over with me. Then I saw him laughing with another woman at a client event as if nothing mattered."
The beeping stopped suddenly, and the silence felt almost worse.
