John’s chest heaved, his mind reeling from the betrayal that lay bare before him. Emily stood there, trembling, her silence confirming everything. The man, Thom, narrowed his eyes in confusion and stepped forward again. “Who are you, really?” he asked, his voice tight with suspicion.
John turned to face Thom, anger boiling over. “I’m her husband. We’ve been married for twelve years,” he spat out, his voice thick with betrayal. Thom’s face was drained of color. He turned toward Emily, his voice now filled with disbelief. “What is this, Emily?” But Emily stood silent.