She picked up her purse. Because I knew you'd react exactly like this. I stepped in front of the doorway. Bianca, I'm not asking you to explain your entire past. I'm asking why my wife is meeting her ex behind my back.
She stared at me for several seconds. Then she said quietly, Nothing happened. I moved aside. Good. She walked into the bedroom.
But I knew one thing for certain. This wasn't about an old problem anymore. It was about Julian. The next morning, Bianca acted as if the conversation had never happened. She made coffee, answered emails, and left for work.
Before she walked out, she kissed my cheek. I'll be late tonight. I looked at her. Julian? She stopped.
No. Then don't give me another story. Her jaw tightened. I told you, nothing happened. Then you have nothing to worry about.
She left without answering. I didn't follow her. I didn't need to. That afternoon, I checked our joint account. There was nothing unusual at first.
Then I noticed two hotel charges from the previous month. Both were at the same hotel in downtown Austin. The dates were Thursdays. Both were nights Bianca had told me she was working late. I wrote the dates down.
Then I checked the calendar on our shared account. One of those nights was the same evening she'd claimed she was at a venue inspection. That was enough for me to stop guessing. I called my friend James Ellis, who owned a private security company. We met for coffee that afternoon.
I didn't give him a long explanation. I need you to verify where my wife has been going after work. James studied me. Are you sure? I'm sure I want facts.
He nodded. Give me the dates and her normal schedule. I'll handle the rest legally. I handed him the information. 3 days later, James called.
You were right to be suspicious. I said nothing. She's been meeting Julian Reeves. Where? Mostly restaurants, but there's more.
He sent me several photographs. Bianca and Julian sitting across from each other at a restaurant. Bianca getting into Julian's car. Then another photograph showed them entering a hotel. The timestamp was from 2 weeks earlier.
I stared at the image. How long? At least 6 weeks that I can confirm. That meant the relationship had started only a few months after our wedding. I ended the call.
That evening Bianca came home around 10:00. She walked into the kitchen and saw me sitting at the table. You look serious. I am. She put her purse down.
What happened? I slid one photograph across the table. She looked at it. Her face changed immediately. Spencer.
Sit down. She didn't move. I placed another photograph beside the first, then another. Her eyes filled with panic. Where did you get these?