66|Relapsed

The question threw Marybeth for a loop.

She sat there, her mouth agape and eyes wide, wondering if she'd heard her ex right.

"You didn't know, did you?" Elijah's brows shot up as genuine surprise flickered in his eyes.

"Of course I knew," Marybeth lied, picking up a plastic fork from the cutlery holder to distract herself from the sound of her fury rushing in her ears.

How many more surprises were in store for her?

How many skeletons from Austin's past would keep popping up?

And how many lies would she have to tell herself and others just to save face?

As much as she wanted to give her husband the benefit of the doubt, everything Elijah had told her so far had turned out to be true.

There was also the lipstick stain on Austin's shirt the other night.

Was it from the same woman? The same escort he was supposedly renting an apartment for?

She snapped the plastic fork in two, surprising herself with how quickly her anger had manifested. She was even more surprised that it wasn't Austin s