My hands began to shake.
Madison covered her mouth. “Oh my God.”
I looked at Ethan. “You used our joint savings.”
He didn’t deny it.
The answer was written all over his face, and suddenly I was back in our kitchen six months earlier, asking why thirty thousand dollars had been withdrawn from our account. He had told me it was a business investment. He had kissed my forehead and told me not to worry. I remembered crying alone in our bedroom after another failed conversation about why he kept postponing IVF for us, even though he knew how badly I wanted children.
All that time, he hadn’t been hesitating.
He had just chosen someone else.
Madison’s voice cracked beside me. “You told me you were starting over. You said your marriage ended because she didn’t want kids.”
I closed my eyes for one painful second. Then I looked at her again, really looked at her. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-six. Stylish, nervous, mascara already smudging beneath her eyes. She didn’t look smug anymore. She looked devastated.
Ethan stepped toward us, lowering his voice. “Both of you need to calm down. We can talk privately.”
I stepped back. “Do not position yourself like you’re managing a meeting.”
Madison’s eyes filled with tears. “Were you ever going to tell me the truth?”
He said nothing.
That silence told us everything.
Then she reached into her purse, pulled out the ring he had given her, and dropped it into his palm.
“You used me,” she whispered.
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