I bit down on the grief that threatened to spill over and began taking screenshots, quietly gathering everything I needed. This was it. This was the end. I would not spend my life bound to a man who had chosen someone else so deeply, so entirely. By the time I’d finished, I felt hollow, like everything good had been wrung out of me, leaving only the raw ache of betrayal. I carefully set the phone down exactly as I’d found it, slipping into bed and lying down, heart pounding.
A few minutes later, Cale emerged from the bathroom, glancing around before spotting me lying there. “I need to head out for a bit,” he muttered with a smile, sitting beside me and patting my buldging belly. “The Betas wanted to go for a run.” His tone was soft, but I knew that he wasn’t going for a run. He was going to her. And he didn’t even have the decency to hide his infidelity to me or I'm just dumb for not noticing.