“I sent videos. Photos. I asked you to
visit me in Singapore, then London, then Dubai.”
Her face went blank with disbelief.
“I never saw those.”
The room seemed to tilt.
For five years, I had thought distance was hurting our marriage.
But distance hadn’t done this alone.
Someone had built walls between us brick by brick, using my trust as mortar.
Emma pressed her fingers together in her lap. “After a while, your mother said the master bedroom should be kept ready for you, not used every day. She said it was improper for me to have staff clean such a large suite when I was alone. Then Jennifer moved some of her things into the closet because she had events and needed space.”
I closed my eyes.
“She moved you out.”
Emma didn’t answer, which was answer enough.
“And Michael?”
Her mouth tightened.
“He was kinder when he was sober.”
