I didn’t follow him.
“Okay,” I whispered into my fist. “Okay. Breathe.”
I stayed there, listening to the silence.
I cried until it felt like bruising from the inside out, but not just for me. It was for the questions that would come in the morning. For the kids asking questions I couldn’t lie about, and couldn’t fully explain without breaking something in them.
**
At six sharp, my youngest climbed into bed with me, dragging her blanket like a cape. She curled against me.
“Mommy,” Rose mumbled. “Is Daddy making pancakes?”
My heart cracked wide open.
“Is Daddy making pancakes?”
“Not today, baby,” I said softly, and kissed her curls.
I got up before I could fall apart again. I worked through breakfast, lunchboxes, missing socks, and a missing shoe that somehow made two kids grumpy.
I was pouring milk a few hours later when my phone rang.
Mark, Cole’s coworker, the one my kids trusted enough to climb on like a jungle gym.
I pressed the phone to my ear. “Mark, I can’t —”
“Paige,” he cut in. His voice was sharp and controlled, but underneath, there was panic. “You need to come. Now.”
“Mark, I can’t—”
“Where?” I stopped pouring. “What’s going on?”
“I’m at the office,” he said. “Cole’s in a glass conference room. HR is here. Darren’s here too.”
“What did Cole do?”
Mark hesitated for a moment. “The company card. It got flagged.”
I gripped the edge of the counter. “Flagged for what? I didn’t even know he had access to it.”
“Hotel stays. Gifts. All tied to the trainer from the on-site gym. Alyssa. She’s a vendor under our wellness contract, and compliance has been auditing Cole’s expenses for weeks. They didn’t know it was an affair until last night. They just knew he was bleeding money.”
“What’s going on?”
My stomach turned.
“The company phone plan flagged him,” Mark continued. “Then the charges matched the same dates. They don’t need romance rumors. They have receipts.”
I closed my eyes. “And why are you telling me this?”
Mark exhaled. “Because Cole thinks he can spin it. He called you ’emotional.’ He said that he could always come back home because he knows how to ‘handle you.'”
I looked at the breakfast table, at the kids milling around, deciding what to do with their day.
