“Vanessa and I have been seeing each other for eight months. I’m done hiding it. I want honesty in this marriage.”
The word “honesty” felt like a slap.
I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I didn’t throw the cold lemon chicken at his head, though the thought crossed my mind. Instead, something colder and more calculated took over. Because Caleb had underestimated me for the last time.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. 8:07 p.m.
The doorbell rang.
Caleb frowned. “You expecting someone?”
I looked him dead in the eyes.
“Yes. Since you brought someone home, I figured I should too.”
Vanessa’s confident expression faltered. Caleb let out a bitter laugh.
“This is ridiculous, Rachel. What are you trying to pull?”
I walked to the door and opened it.
A tall, handsome man in a tailored navy coat stood there. Marcus. He stepped inside with quiet confidence, his presence immediately filling the room. The moment Vanessa turned and saw him, the glass of red wine she had been holding slipped from her fingers and shattered across the hardwood floor.
“Husband…?!”
The word tore out of her like a gunshot.
Wine spread across the floor like blood. Vanessa staggered backward, her hands flying to her mouth. Marcus stared at her, his jaw tight, shock quickly hardening into something darker.
Caleb looked between them, confusion turning to dawning horror.
