He shook his head. “I can’t do that now.”
“You can’t or you don’t want to?”
“You’re lying about something. What is it?”
He did not reply.
I slept in the guest room that night. I asked him to explain again the next morning, but he refused.
“I can’t live this kind of lie,” I told him. “I can’t wake up every day and pretend I don’t see what’s going on.”
Troy nodded once. “I knew you’d say that.”
So I called a lawyer.
“I can’t live with this kind of lie.”
I didn’t want to. My God, I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t wake up every day wondering where my husband went when he left the house.
I couldn’t look at our bank account and see the money flying off to places where I had no right to ask questions.
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