His anger flared again, but before he could respond, my hand brushed against something in the car seat. I looked down and felt my stomach drop. There, hidden between the cracks of the leather, were a condom wrapper and a pair of false eyelashes. My hand shook as I picked them up, the weight of the betrayal crashing down on me like a tidal wave.
Mark noticed immediately, his face going pale for a split second before he scowled, his voice defensive. "Jane, it’s not what you think. I haven’t... I haven’t used that."
"Not what I think?" I asked, my voice rising as I held up the evidence. "How long, Mark? How long have you been lying to me? And don’t you dare say it’s nothing!"
He opened his mouth to respond, but the words seemed to die on his lips. His eyes flicked to the side, avoiding mine and I knew. I knew he had no defense. My body felt weak, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't do this anymore.
"Enough." I pushed open the car door, stepping out onto the sidewalk. "I’m done, Mark."
As I turned to walk away, I heard him slam his fists against the steering wheel, shouting something incoherent behind me. But I didn’t look back. Not this time.