Maybe even he couldn’t bring himself to finish that sentence. Instead, he drove everyone out of the room.
“Camryn, I know you’re upset, but try to understand. I’m forty-two. I just… didn’t want to have regrets.
“If you really love me, you’d accept the kids. Shalane takes care of them well—you wouldn’t have to do anything. Isn’t that a good thing?”
I stared at him for a long time before my voice finally came out, hoarse.
“And what if I don’t accept them?”
“I know this is hard for you right now. It’s okay—I’ll give you time.
“But Shalane and the kids… I will keep seeing them.
“Next week is Dad’s 70th birthday. Shalane’s bringing the kids. Once you meet them, you’ll love them.”
And with that, he closed the door and left.
I sat there quietly, unlocked my phone, and opened the file from the private investigator.
Thousands of photos and videos—Brent at every doctor’s appointment with Shalane, from the first ultrasound to the birth of their children. Every milestone, every family moment.
There was even a stock transfer agreement.
Twenty years of marriage. And all those “business trips” outside the U.S.? He was with them!
And I never even questioned it!