That doesn't matter. She looked at me. You hired someone? I needed the truth. She swallowed.
Can we talk? I stood. We're going to. But I wasn't going to let her choose the story anymore. Bianca sat across from me.
For several seconds neither of us spoke. Then she looked at the photographs again. How long have you known? Long enough. Spencer, I can explain.
Then explain. She took a breath. Julian contacted me after the wedding. He said there were things he needed to return to me. 6 weeks ago?
She shook her head. It started as conversations. And then? She looked down. We met a few times.
How many? I don't know. Try. She closed her eyes. Eight, maybe nine.
I leaned back. Did you sleep with him? She didn't answer. I waited. Finally, she whispered, "Yes. " The room went quiet.
When? About 5 weeks ago. Once? She looked at me. "No. " That answer told me everything I needed.
How many times? Four. I nodded slowly. Four times in my marriage. I'm sorry.
You were sleeping with your ex while wearing my wedding ring. I wasn't thinking. That's not true. She looked at me. You were thinking every time you met him.
You drove there. You talked to him. You booked rooms. You came home and lied to me. Tears appeared in her eyes.
I didn't mean for it to happen. You didn't mean for the first time to happen. The other three were choices. She lowered her head. I was confused.
About what? About us. I almost laughed. You were confused about our marriage, so you went back to your ex? He knew me before you did.
I don't care. He understood things about me. Then you should have left me. She looked up sharply. I didn't want to lose you.
You already did. She stood. Spencer, please. I love you. No.
Her expression froze. You don't get to say that after what you did. I made a terrible mistake. Four times. She wiped her face.