Confronting Jake
That night, I waited at the kitchen table, replaying the footage. When Jake walked in, he smiled like nothing happened.
“Hi, Em. Miss you.”
I didn’t smile back. “We need to talk.”
He froze. “What’s wrong?”
I held up the tablet. “Care to explain this?”
He glanced at the screen. “Emily, you’re overreacting. Just pals.”
“Pals?” I snapped. “Every time I leave, it’s a different woman? Really?”
He rolled his eyes. “None of them matter. You’re paranoid.”
His denial stung. I stood my ground. “I’m done. This isn’t insecurity. This is betrayal. No one who disrespects me will marry me.”
A Moment of Honesty
The next day, I met Tom for coffee.
“Thank you,” I said. “It must’ve been hard to tell me.”
He nodded. “It was. But you deserved the truth.”
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