My heart stopped.
It wasn’t just my ex-wife and Cooper in the living room.
I could hear the faint sound of a kiss — soft, intimate — followed by the sound of a body shifting.
I froze.
I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what this meant.
I didn’t know if I should get up, confront them, or just lie there and pretend I hadn’t heard anything.
But in that moment, as I lay frozen in my bed, something deep inside me broke. It wasn’t anger, not yet. It wasn’t even betrayal, not in the way I thought it would be. It was a crack, small at first, but deep, deep enough that I couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Diane, my ex-wife, the woman I had loved, had moved on — in a way I never expected. She had found comfort in someone else. She had found someone who wasn’t me.
And I hadn’t been enough.
