For a moment, neither of them moved. Then she stepped outside. “Emily,” he started, but she cut him off. “You actually did it,” she said, voice trembling. “I needed to know,” he said quietly. “Know what, James? That your wife didn’t cheat on you? That your daughter isn’t yours?” He flinched. “Don’t do that here.”
“Why not? You didn’t care who you humiliated when you walked out.” “Emily, please,” he said, lowering his voice. “I’m not trying to hurt you.” “Then what are you trying to do?” she shot back. “Because whatever this is, it’s already working.” He looked away, jaw clenched. “I just need to be sure. I need the truth.” Tears burned behind her eyes.