But I had something to confirm. I held on to the last bit of reason, went to the restroom, and called Rupert. His phone kept going to the voicemail.I knew he was still on a video call, but I couldn't stop myself from trying again and again. Half an hour passed, and he still didn't answer.The only text I got from him was on WhatsApp, saying he was busy. I could feel my heart breaking as I read those words.I forced myself to lift my phone, snap a picture of the woman sitting outside the doctor's office, and send it to Rupert.Less than five minutes later, he called me back."Honey, let me explain this." He sounded panicked, as if afraid I'd get mad. The way he wanted to explain himself sounded more like he was owning up to his fault than anything else."So, she's actually your wife, then?" My voice cracked, and I could barely get the words out."No, she's not… Mavis Sanger is just a friend. She messes around a lot, so don't take her seriously," Rupert explained, clearly on edge
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