Sean turned and saw me, his expression filled with alarm. He stammered in explanation, "Honey, don't misunderstand. I just talked to the orphanage director about visiting the kids after the press conference."
I sneered at him. "Really? Is 'babe' how you address the director now?"
The air grew thick with tension. The staff around us began stealing glances, making the atmosphere unbearably awkward. In the end, I used the excuse of not feeling well and left on my own.
I had yet to go far when Sean pulled up in his car. He handed me a huge bunch of roses from the backseat. "Honey, I'm so sorry. I messed up and said something stupid. This is my apology gift. Please forgive me just this once."
Ignoring my protests, Sean jumped out of the car and shoved me into the backseat. I turned away, not bothering to call him out on his flimsy excuse.
Just as I was about to reach home, my phone was flooded with messages.
"Don't fool yourself into thinking he loves you just because he picked you. He and the child are the ones who truly matter to him."
"We've been having an affair for three years. You should know how long it's been since he touched you, right?"