“I don’t have a choice.”
Emily whispered:
“Daniel, you absolutely have a choice.”
I stepped backward.
My mind was screaming at me to leave.
But my feet wouldn’t move.
Then I heard my name.
“She deserves to know, Sarah.”
My heart stopped.
They were talking about me.
I raised my hand toward the door.
I was going to knock.
I was going to open it.
I was going to end this.
Then Emily said:
“If she finds out from someone else, she’ll never forgive you.”
Daniel’s voice cracked.
“I know.”
I stared at the number on the door.
All those nights.
All those lies.
All those times I’d sat at home believing he was working.
I had come here expecting to find my husband with another woman.
Instead, I was standing outside a hotel room where two people were discussing a secret about me.
And suddenly, I wasn’t sure what scared me more.
The possibility that Daniel was cheating…
or the possibility that there was something much bigger he had been hiding.
I knocked.
The voices stopped.
Three seconds later, the lock clicked.
The door opened.
Daniel stood there.
His face went completely white.
Behind him was Emily.
She was holding a folder.
Not a dress.
Not a glass of wine.
A folder.
She looked at me and whispered:
“Sarah…”
I looked at Daniel.
“What is this?”
He didn’t answer.
I stepped inside.
And then I saw what was on the table.
Photographs.
Bank statements.
Emails.
And one document with my name printed across the top.
I picked it up.
The first sentence made my hands go numb.
NOTICE OF LIABILITY — INCIDENT INVOLVING SARAH MORGAN.
I looked at my husband.
“What is this?”
Daniel closed his eyes.
And for the first time that night, he stopped lying.