“I made a terrible mistake.”
Then I remembered the words of the message.
“What we did in his bedroom.”
I turned toward Ben.
“Did you send me that photograph?”
He nodded.
“Yes. I saw that photograph a few weeks ago and learned about the plan. I sent it tonight because Mike was supposed to take the fake evidence to his lawyer tomorrow.”
“And whose hand is in the photograph?”
Ben hesitated.
“Laura’s.”
I went completely still.
“She’s been in our bedroom?”
“Yes.”
I looked at my husband.
“You brought her into our home?”
Mike finally spoke.
“Sarah, it’s not what it looks like.”
I smiled bitterly.
“Then what is it, Mike? Your mistress was in our bed, your best friend was sitting beside her, and somehow you’re accusing ME of cheating?”
He stepped toward me.
“I just wanted the divorce to go smoothly.”
I still remember that sentence word for word.
