I wrapped my hands around the warm mug, anchoring myself. "Go on."

"About six months before that day, Jessica started working with Miller to plant doubts about you." He couldn't meet my eyes. "Fabricated emails suggesting you were unfaithful, conversations that never happened, meetings you supposedly had with an ex."

The kitchen seemed to tilt around me. "What?"

"I didn't believe it at first. But she was... persistent. And my mother—" he grimaced, "—was all too happy to fan those flames."

I felt like I'd been punched in the stomach. "You thought I was cheating on you?"

"I was confused. The evidence seemed real. And with the pressure from my...