Zoe didn’t move. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her face stained with hurt.

“Don’t yell. Don’t make this a scene,” she said, her voice low but lethal. “You had a thousand chances to tell me the truth. A thousand. And you chose silence. And now you want to scream like you’re the victim? If I had cheated, you would never forgive me. You’d probably throw me out of this house—if not worse.”

Arthur was barely breathing. His chest rose and fell in frantic, uneven waves. He looked at her one last tim