Not to worry… Those words repeated in my thoughts like a toxic mantra. Worry about what?
Mike stared at me with fear in his eyes.
His lips moved, but no words came out.
“She said we’d go on a trip soon. Me, her, and Daddy.” Simon frowned. “You will have to work, Mommy, that’s what she said.”
“A trip?” It was getting harder to keep a smile on my face and a light tone of voice, but I was determined not to blow up in front of Simon.
Simon nodded.
That’s when my husband finally spoke.
I nodded.
We walked to the kitchen. The moment the door shut, I turned to face him.
“Start talking, Mike. Who’s this ‘other mom’ and why is she giving our son expensive gifts?”
“It’s… Megan.”
“Yes, but it’s not what you think, I swear!”
“So, you’re not having an affair with her?
Because that’s what this sounds like.”
“I know, but it’s not! I just… oh, God. I’ve been such a fool.”
Mike rubbed his hands together, the way he does when he’s nervous.
“Real friendly.” I crossed my arms.
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