I turned to Julian.
“Let’s leave.”
He looked surprised.
“You sure?”
“Completely.”
Mason called my name as we walked away.
I didn’t turn around.
For seven years, Mason had always gotten the final word.
That night, he didn’t.
We barely reached the parking lot before I stopped.
“All right.”
Julian turned around.
“Here it comes.”
“Your fiancée?”
“Former fiancée.”
“That’s not a small detail.”
“I realize that.”
“You were engaged to the woman who had an affair with my husband?”
His expression changed.
“I didn’t know it was Mason.”
I folded my arms.
“Start talking.”
Julian leaned against the car.
“Vanessa and I were together for almost five years.”
I said nothing.
“We got engaged during our fourth year together. Everything seemed fine at first. Then she started traveling more for work.”
My stomach tightened.
I’d heard this story before.
Different narrator.
Same script.
“Weekend conferences?” I asked.
