May

“I don’t believe you,” I said flatly. “She made it very clear that you are still her husband. That you are happily married. That I am the homewrecker destroying your family.” I swallowed hard. “I’m tired, Dave. So tired of this. I’ll call you back.”

“Wait, May—please, just listen to me for one more—”

I ended the call before he could finish.

I stood there in the hallway for a long moment, the phone clutched in my hand, Dave’s wife’s face replaying in my mind—the wedding ring, the confident smile, the way she’d said “happily married” like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Who was telling...