I looked him in the eye. My voice was calm.
“I know the truth.”
He froze. “What?”
“Church. Rebecca. All of it.”
His face turned pale. But only for a second. Then he let out a short laugh and shook his head.
“Wait, what? Julie, what are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” I said. “I heard you last week. In the garden.”
“Everything okay?”
His eyes narrowed. “You followed me?”
“I looked for you,” I said. “You told me you were in the bathroom. You weren’t. I heard everything.”
Brian’s mouth opened slightly, then closed again.
“I know you told her you loved her,” I said. “I know you said you brought us to church just to show her what she was missing. And I know she rejected you. Completely. Called you a stalker.”
His mask cracked then. I saw it — a flicker of anger behind the charm.
“You followed me?”
“I don’t think you understand what you heard,” he said. “This isn’t what it—”
“It’s exactly what it looks like,” I said, my voice tight now. “And I talked to her. I saw the messages. The photos. I saw how long this has been going on.”
He stepped closer. “Julie, come on. We’ve been married for 10 years. We have a daughter. That’s just ancient history.”
“Ancient history?” I echoed. “You messaged her last week!”
He swallowed hard.
“This isn’t what it—”
“You kissed our daughter,” I said, my voice shaking, “after telling another woman that you’d leave us for her.”
“Nothing happened,” he said quickly. “She didn’t even say yes.”
“That’s your defense?” I asked. “That she said no?”
He fell silent.
I took a deep breath, then stood up and faced him fully.
“My attorney is sending the divorce paperwork this week.”
His face twisted. “Julie, please. We can fix this!”
He fell silent.
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