Back in the car, I sat for a while. The engine off, my hands shaking on the steering wheel. My mind reeled with questions and fears.
Was this just a business dinner?
Was she a colleague? A client? A friend from his past?
What about the brush of her hand?
Why did he not tell me?
Was I imagining things?
I tried replaying everything he’d said since sending him on that trip. The little lies? The omissions? The times he said he’d message, but didn’t? The times he was vague about schedule?
My heart ached with the betrayal, though I didn’t yet know for sure. The unknown tortured me just as much as any revelation.
I drove home slowly, each red light a pause in a storm of grief. When I reached home, I sat in our living room, stared at nothing.
I poured a glass of water. I texted a close friend: “I saw him today, with someone else. I don’t know what it means.” I tried to breathe.
Confrontation Strategy: What I Decided to Do
I knew I couldn’t confront him in anger right away. I needed clarity, evidence, composure. Here’s what I resolved:
Gather information quietly
