The adrenaline that spiked was hot, white-hot. When I thought I couldn’t be any angrier, I was proven wrong. My visceral instinct was to rip him apart with my words, but when I took a breath before I released the fire, I decided to let it go instead. Because it really didn’t matter. “How many were there?”
He was too much of a coward to look at me. “A couple instances…”
“Couple means two. You know that, right? So, was it two or more than two?”
He clenched his jaw like he wanted to grind his teeth into sand.
“You’re the one who decided to come clean, yet I’m pulling teeth.” If he didn’t want to talk about this, he could have kept it to himself. The divorce was happening, so there was no point in admitting all of his transgressions.
“There were about a dozen instances.”
I gave a slow no
