I nodded. Did she ask anyone else? No. Then why did you help her? Melissa looked at me.
Because she was my friend. I stood. She wasn't asking you to keep a harmless secret. Melissa lowered her eyes. You're right.
I left without saying anything else. By then, I had everything I needed. Christine had lied about Ryan. Ryan had confirmed the affair. Melissa had confirmed that the secret was deliberate, and the messages proved something even worse.
Christine hadn't made one drunken mistake 5 months before. She had been making choices long before that night. And now I was going home to ask her why she thought I deserved to marry her without knowing any of it. When I got home that night, Christine was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for me. She stood as soon as I walked through the door.
Where were you? Out. With who? I put my keys down. Ryan.
Her face went pale. You met him? Yes. Why would you do that? Because you wouldn't tell me the truth.
She stared at me. What did he say? Everything. She sat back down. I remained standing.
He told me you slept with him at your bachelorette party. Christine covered her mouth. Joshua Don't. She lowered her hand. I was going to tell you.
When? I don't know. After our first anniversary? She started crying. It was one time.
You've said that before. And it was. No, it wasn't. She looked confused. I slept with him once at the party.
You also had a relationship with him before we met. Her expression changed. Ryan told you that? He showed me the messages. She went completely silent.
I pulled out my phone and placed it on the table. I saw what you sent him the night before our wedding. She shook her head. Those messages weren't serious. You told him you wished things were different.
I was emotional. And he told you they didn't have to be. Christine looked down. I didn't answer him. But you married me?
Yes. While keeping him in your life. She began crying harder. I loved you. Maybe you did.
She looked up. Maybe? I don't know what your version of love is anymore. That hurt her. I could see it.
But I wasn't interested in making her feel better. I spoke to my attorney. Her eyes widened. You actually hired one? Yes.
You're really doing this? I'm moving forward with a divorce. She stood. No. It's already started.