I asked, “How long has this been going on?”
Tyler looked at Laila.
Then back at me.
“Almost a year.”
I felt dizzy.
“When were you going to tell me?”
He rubbed his forehead. “I was trying to find the right time.”
“The right time to tell your wife you got another woman pregnant?”
“No, the right time to hand you the papers.”
For a second, I genuinely didn’t understand him. “Papers?”
“The divorce papers.”
Mason was crying behind me.
Tyler’s face changed. He looked like he’d forgotten our son could hear.
I crouched immediately. “Mason, put your headphones on.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Please.”
He started sobbing.
I hugged him and stood.
Tyler looked wrecked.
I didn’t care.
“You were going to serve me divorce papers.”
“I didn’t want it to happen like this.”
“How did you want it to happen?”
“I wanted us to talk privately.”
Laila interrupted. “Tyler and I love each other.”
