My voice shook.
“He saw you getting into this woman’s car.”
Edward stepped toward me.
“I’m not having an affair.”
“Then tell me what this is.”
I pointed toward him.
“The clothes. The lunches. Her. This building.”
He looked at the woman.
Then at me.
“Come inside.”
I followed them through the doors.
The lobby stopped me almost immediately.
Architectural models covered one wall.
Beautiful miniature buildings.
Bridges.
Hospitals.
Libraries.
Large professional photographs hung along another wall.
A polished sign behind reception read:
MERIDIAN ARCHITECTURE GROUP.
Then I noticed a display case.
Awards.
Certificates.
Photographs from completed projects.
And in several of those photographs stood a man who looked exactly like my husband.
Because it was my husband.
I slowly turned around.
Edward stood behind me.
He looked at those photographs differently than I had ever seen him look at anything.
Like someone standing inside a place he belonged.
“This is my firm,” he said.
I stared at him.
“What?”
“Meridian.”
He swallowed.
“I own it.”
I couldn’t speak.
“I’ve owned it for nine years.”
“You’re an architect?”
“Yes.”
I actually sat down.
There was a chair near reception, and my legs suddenly decided they were finished supporting me.
“Nine years?”
“Yes.”
“Jamie is ten.”
“I know.”
I stared at him.
“So for almost his entire life, you’ve been…”
I couldn’t even finish.
“Why?”
Edward sat across from me.
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