“We all want to hear this.”
“No.”
For 13 years, I’d moved whenever Michael wanted the room, the last word, or an easier version of the truth.
Not that time.
Ryan’s voice hardened.
“You watched Jenna cut food, appointments, and the children’s activities while you spent money on an affair.”
“Ryan, stop,” Michael hissed.
Not that time.
“No, because the truth finally has witnesses.”
Melanie pulled her arm from Michael’s.
“What does he mean by an apartment deposit?”
Michael turned to her. “It’s being handled.”
“You told me the apartment was paid for.”
“It’s being handled.”
“It will be, Mel. Relax.”
Ryan answered first. “He paid the deposit, but never completed the lease.”
Melanie stared at him. “You showed me the balcony.”
Michael lowered his voice. “I said I was working on it.”
“You said six months were paid,” Melanie said, her voice rising.
“It will be, Mel. Relax.”
“I was going to fix it.”
“With what money? Spencer lost camp. Anthony lost swimming lessons. Sasha’s still waiting for shoes.”
“Don’t use the kids against me.”
My shock broke into anger.
“I didn’t bring them into this. You took from them and called it sacrifice.”
