Sometimes explanations are not needed, one discovery is enough to destroy the lies you fed yourself.
Nessa slowly pulled away from him, fixing her hair as though I hadn't just walked in on her.
I looked at Nathaniel.
And then Nessa.
“So this is what you meant by a staff member?”
“You are making a scene, Brittany.”
I caught my husband with a so-called worker, and he said I was making a scene.
“A scene?”
I pointed at Nessa.
“You were kissing her in our house.”
“Our house?”
He scanned around the house.
“You’re still holding onto that?”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“It means you are confused about your position.”
The way he talked nonchalantly made me flabbergasted.
Nessa looked down, pretending to be uncomfortable.
“She’s here because I want her to be.”
My stomach droppe
