The final straw dropped when I asked Isla when she had first reached out to him. She admitted she contacted him long before the twins were born. Daniel had known about her the entire time I was pregnant, going through a high-risk pregnancy, and caring for two newborns—all while sneaking around behind my back to see her.
As I turned on him, he immediately tried to deflect, giving me the usual excuses about me being stressed and overwhelmed.
Maybe it was mistake, because Isla wasn’t the one responsible for my marriage collapsing right before my eyes, but I did ask her if she asked for money from Daniel, because thousands of dollars from our emergency savings were missing.
She said she had never asked for or taken a dime, except for the groceries Daniel was getting her every now and then. At that point, I believed that girl more than I believed my husband.
I told him not to come home that night.
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