I'll end it with Julian. You should have ended it before you married me. That stopped her. I reached into the folder and pulled out one final photograph. It showed Julian standing outside the hotel.
There's something else. Bianca stared at the picture. You knew him before our wedding. She said nothing. Did he contact you before we got married?
Her silence answered for her. I stood. You're going to tell me the truth now. She finally looked at me. And for the first time that night, she looked genuinely afraid of what I was about to ask.
I stayed standing. Did Julian contact you before our wedding? Bianca looked toward the window. Yes. How long before?
About 3 weeks. I nodded. What did he want? He said he wanted to see me. And you did?
Once. Where? She hesitated. At a coffee shop. I waited.
And? He told me he still had feelings for me. Did you tell him you were getting married? Yes. What did he say?
She swallowed. He asked me if I was sure. That answer bothered me more than I expected. You weren't sure. I was.
Then why were you still talking to him? I thought I could close that chapter. You didn't close it. You kept the door open. She started crying again.
I loved you, Spencer. Maybe you did. But you weren't ready to let him go. She covered her face. I picked up my phone and called Caroline Whitmore, the attorney I had used for a property dispute the year before.
She answered immediately. I need a consultation. Is everything okay? No. I need to discuss a divorce.
Bianca looked up. You're really doing this? Yes. She stood. Please, don't make this final tonight.
It became final when you decided to sleep with him. She moved closer. I can fix this. No, Bianca. You can't.
What about everything we've built? That's exactly why I won't pretend this didn't happen. I packed the photographs back into the folder and walked toward the bedroom. Where are you going? You're sleeping in the guest room.
She stared at me. You're not even angry? I am angry. I turned back. But anger doesn't change the decision.
The next morning, I moved my important documents, bank records, and personal belongings into a locked cabinet at work. Then, I met Caroline. She listened without interrupting while I explained everything. When I finished, she closed the folder. "Do you want to fight her? " "No. " "Do you want revenge? " "No. " "What do you want? " I looked at her.