Yet, here we were and the man I trusted the most had let me down.
I was not going to sit by and tolerate this betrayal. That night, as soon as Caleb walked into the house, I threw the stack of disgusting photos right before his face. The pictures were scattered across the floor in a disordered mess and the shot of him and Scarlett kissing lay glaringly on top.
"Give me an explanation." Even though I knew the truth was laid bare before me, I still stubbornly held on to a shred of hope that he might offer me an explanation that could make sense of it all.
Caleb's face was immediately filled with guilt. He stood in silence for a moment, as though carefully considering his words, before finally speaking. "It's not what you think, Nora. She and I were just high school classmates. She came to me for help finding a job. I needed a secretary at the time, so I let her take the position."
"Is that so? But my high school classmates and I don't kiss in cars," I said, my voice dripping with icy sarcasm.
"It was an accident. She said her seatbelt was stuck, so I helped her and then she kissed me out of nowhere. I pushed her away right after, I swear! My dear, please, you have to believe me!"