"Don't say things you can't prove. This is a misunderstanding," Connor's eyes flashed with cunning. "My relationship with Sandra started after our divorce. I wasn't cheating on you. Don't make accusations without evidence."
I looked at the man in front of me in disbelief. Today, I finally understood what it meant to know a person's face but not their heart. "You said those gifts were for clients, yet the client's address is Sandra's. Those gifts have been sent for a year and now you claim your relationship started after our divorce? Your lies are endless," I said.
"Yes, I sent the gifts to Sandra and she delivered them to the clients. Is that a problem?" He threw back my question.
I couldn't believe the extent of his shamelessness. "I'm done talking to you. Give me the house password. I'll move out after you pay me," I said.
Connor went inside reluctantly but didn't come back out. Instead, he sent me a message on WhatsApp with six digits, 520131.
Looking at the numbers, I remembered how this man used to be the one I trusted most in the world and I felt the world had become absurdly ridiculous.
It wasn't until my mom called that I realized I'd forgotten to call them recently.