Some she’d saved because she doubted their marriage would survive.
And some had been spent during the affair.
Daniel looked at her.
“You were preparing for the marriage to fail before you married me?”
“No.”
“Then why hide money?”
“I was scared.”
“So was I. I married you anyway.”
Then Mark instinctively reached toward Jenna.
He stopped halfway.
But Daniel and I both noticed.
That tiny gesture told me everything.
I turned to Mark.
“My attorney will contact yours.”
His face drained of color.
“Carol.”
“I’m filing for divorce.”
“After thirty-one years, you’re just done?”
I stared at him.
“That’s an interesting way to describe what happened.”
“We can go to counseling.”
“You should.”
“I mean us.”
“No.”
He looked stunned.
Mark seemed to believe thirty-one years together guaranteed forgiveness, as though our history protected him from consequences.Daniel stood.
He removed his wedding ring and placed it on the table.
