“No speeches, please.”
“I’ve spent all day making sure this party was perfect for you,” I said.
My mother-in-law put a hand to her chest like she thought this was about to get sentimental.
“The food, the guests, the decorations. Everything. So I think it’s fair to ask one favor before we cut the cake.”
Brad gave a little laugh. “Okay…”
I turned to Ellie. “Ellie, do you want to show everyone your tattoo?”
Ellie’s eyes widened, then her hand flew to her side.
“Ellie, do you want to show everyone your tattoo?”
Brad frowned. “What’s this about? Why should we all see Ellie’s tattoo?”
“Because it’s such an extraordinary likeness of you, Brad.”
His jaw dropped. Brad glanced between Ellie and me in horror.
“Since she went to the effort of getting your face permanently marked on her body, I figured she might want to show it off to everyone. Or is it just for you?”
A murmur moved through the crowd.
Brad glanced between Ellie and me in horror.
“What?”
“Hold on — did she just say what I think she said?”
Ellie looked like she might be sick.
Brad looked at her, and that was answer enough.
I turned to the guests. “My four-year-old saw it before I did. He pointed at her and told me his dad was there. I wonder if that’s the only thing he’s seen that I missed.”
“Did she just say what I think she said?”
Brad exhaled sharply. “How dare you? We never did anything in front of him.”
His mother’s mouth fell open.
I tilted my head. “But you did do something.”
He looked at Ellie like maybe she could still save him. She couldn’t even look up.
I turned to both of them. “My best friend and my husband. The two people I trusted most.”
Nobody moved. Even the kids had gone quiet, sensing the shape of adult disaster without understanding the details.
“My best friend and my husband. The two people I trusted most.”
Ellie finally spoke, her voice thin. “Marla, I was going to tell you.”
“Oh? When? When you got pregnant, when he filed for divorce? What was the timeline on telling me that you were having an affair with my husband?”
“It’s not like that,” Brad snapped.
“What’s it like then? Do explain, Brad.”
I watched him as his lips worked without him saying anything, as his gaze shifted uneasily between me, Ellie, and the guests.
“When you got pregnant, when he filed for divorce?”
I saw the man who used to kiss me in grocery store lines and text me dumb jokes at work.
I saw the husband who held my hand through labor.
I saw the father who built blanket forts with our son and forgot to call when he’d be late.
I saw all the cracks I had stepped around because I loved him, because we had a child, and because life is long and messy and marriage isn’t a fairy tale.
And I saw, with sickening clarity, that he had counted on exactly that.
I saw all the cracks I had stepped around because I loved him.
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He lowered his voice. “Can we not do this here?”
“You mean at the party I planned for your 40th birthday? In the yard where our son is playing? In front of the people who spent years watching me love both of you?”
“Lower your voice,” his father muttered, as if volume was the offense.
I turned to him. “No.”
Brad’s face hardened. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
