It wasn’t one big thing.
I found Peter in the kitchen when I returned inside.
I dropped the papers on the table.
“Why didn’t you tell me all along?” I asked.
He looked down at them, then back at me.
“I tried, but you weren’t ready to hear it,” he replied. “Telling you too soon meant risking you pushing me away, too. Every time I hinted at something, you defended him or blamed yourself. If I had said it plainly back then, you would’ve shut me out. And then you’d be alone in it.”
That stopped me.
“You weren’t ready to hear it.”
Because I knew it wasn’t completely wrong.
Still, something didn’t sit right.
“You said you ‘knew’. How?”
He hesitated, then answered.
“Sean’s former assistant, Kelly. She confided in me.”
That caught me off guard.
“When?”
“Before everything fell apart. She was concerned about how things were being handled. I didn’t tell you then, but I’m telling you now because you’re finally listening.”
Something didn’t sit right.
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
I kept thinking about what Peter said, about the boxes and Kelly.
I needed to hear the truth myself.
So I made a decision, one I wasn’t proud of.
***
Peter was fast asleep when I snuck into his room. We didn’t share a bedroom. There was no confusion about what our marriage was. His phone was on the nightstand.
I hesitated.
I needed to hear the truth.
Then I picked it up.
My FIL, well, husband’s password was simple: his name.
I found the contact.
Kelly.
I saved the number, then put the phone back exactly where it had been.
My hands were shaking when I walked out.
The next morning, I opened my phone and read the response to my message that read, “Hi, this is Catherine. Sean’s ex. Could we talk?”
When I left the house, I told Peter I needed to run some errands.
He didn’t question it.
That almost made it worse.
My hands were shaking.
I drove to a small coffee place across town.
When Kelly arrived, she looked younger than I remembered.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then I said it.
“I need to know what you told Peter.”
“He talked about you and the kids as if it were already decided,” she said without hesitation.
I frowned.
“He’d say things as if it were only a matter of time. That you’d get overwhelmed and things would… shift. That the kids would end up with him full-time, and you’d just… fade out of the picture.”
