The First Sign My Husband Was Lying Came From My Neighbor, Not His Phone.

” he said sharply.

“I checked the bank account. You ate downtown Friday night. You went to a hotel Sunday.”

Garrett rubbed his face with both hands, exhaling like he was exhausted by my reality. “Okay, fine. I didn’t go to Ohio. I stayed home. I needed a break.”

“Who was the woman?”

“There was no woman,” he said immediately. “Brenda saw wrong.”

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