I'm Richard. I know. Catherine stepped forward. Patrick, let me explain. You can start by explaining why you told me you were upstairs.
I wasn't expecting him to come down. Richard spoke. Catherine, maybe we should. I raised my hand. Don't.
He stopped. I looked at Catherine. Is this the former coworker you were talking about? She swallowed. Yes.
I nodded. Interesting, Patrick. It's not what you think. I haven't said what I think. She lowered her voice.
Can we talk somewhere private? No. Her eyes widened. You're making a scene. I haven't raised my voice.
People nearby had started looking over anyway. I pointed toward the elevators. Go upstairs. She stared at me. Please, now she walked away.
Richard remained where he was. I looked at him. How long have you known she was married? He hesitated. A while?
A while? Yes. Did you know she was on her honeymoon? His silence answered for him. I nodded.
Good. Richard looked uncomfortable. I think you should hear her side. I will. Then I walked away.
When I returned to our room, Catherine was waiting. She was standing beside the bed. You embarrassed me, she said. I shut the door. You hugged another man in our hotel while we were on our honeymoon.
He's an old friend. Then why did you lie? I panicked. Why? She looked down.
I knew you'd react like this. Like what? Like I'm guilty. I stared at her. You're standing here defending the lie instead of explaining it.
She sat on the edge of the bed. Nothing happened. That's your answer? Yes, I saw you with him. I know.
And you told me you didn't know he was here. I didn't know he was staying here, Catherine. She looked at me. Don't insult me. Her eyes filled with tears.
I swear nothing happened. I nodded slowly. Fine. She looked relieved. Then I added, "Tomorrow morning, we're going to talk about everything.
What does that mean? It means I'm not spending another day pretending this is normal. " She reached for my hand. I stepped away. That night, I didn't argue with her. I didn't threaten her.
I didn't ask the same question 10 times. I simply waited because I had already decided what I was going to do next. And Catherine had no idea that the next morning, I was going to ask her one question she couldn't lie her way around. The next morning, Catherine acted as if the night before had been an argument we could simply forget. She ordered breakfast to the room.
She made coffee. She even asked me what I wanted to do that day. I watched her from across the table. You're not going to talk about last night? I asked.
She looked at me. I thought we both needed some sleep. We've had enough sleep. She put down her cup. Patrick.
Nothing happened. That isn't the question anymore. Then what is? How long have you been talking to Richard? Her face changed only slightly, but I saw it.
I told you he's someone I used to know. That wasn't my question. She looked toward the balcony. A few weeks. A few weeks before our wedding.
She didn't answer. I stood up. Give me your phone. No. Then we're done pretending.
She pushed her chair back. Why are you doing this? Because I found out the man you said you didn't know was staying in our resort. Then I found you meeting him downstairs. He contacted me.
You hugged him. We hadn't seen each other in years. You knew he was coming. No. I stared at her.
You just said you've been talking to him for weeks. She went silent. That was enough. I picked up my phone and called the front desk. I asked whether they could confirm when Richard Cole had made his reservation.
They couldn't give me private booking information, but the employee remembered something. Richard had booked the room 5 days before we arrived. 5 days. Our honeymoon had been planned for months. Catherine had known where we were staying.
She had chosen the resort with me. I ended the call. 5 days before we arrived, I said. She looked away. What does that prove?
It proves this wasn't some random meeting. She stood. Patrick, I was confused. About what? About us?
I stared at her. We got married 6 days ago. I know. And you were talking to your ex before our wedding. He isn't my ex.
Then what was he? She rubbed her forehead. We had something years ago. Did you sleep with him? She didn't answer.
Catherine, her eyes closed. Yes. The word landed harder than I expected. When? Two nights ago.
I looked at her. She immediately started crying. It was one time on our honeymoon. Yes. I stared at her for a moment.
Then I remembered two nights ago. She had told me she needed some air. She had been gone for almost two hours. I looked at her. So that's what you needed the air for?
She covered her face with her hands. Patrick, please. You left our room for 2 hours to meet him, didn't you? She didn't answer. You lied to me about where you were.
I didn't know how to tell you. You didn't want to tell me. She lowered her hands and looked at me through her tears. You planned to meet him before we even arrived. I didn't plan for this to happen.
You were talking to him for weeks. I wanted closure. Closure? She nodded. I needed to see him one last time.
You could have seen him before marrying me. I thought I could move on. I shook my head. You didn't move on. You married me while keeping him in your life.
That isn't fair. Fair? My voice stayed calm. You cheated on me 6 days after our wedding. You did it on our honeymoon.
You lied about knowing he was here. And now you're telling me you needed closure. She cried harder. I love you. No.
She looked at me. You don't get to say that now. It's true. Maybe you believe it. I walked to the window.
Below us, couples were walking toward the pool, carrying towels and sunglasses. People were starting their honeymoons. Ours was already over. Catherine came closer. Please don't throw our marriage away because of one mistake.
I turned around. One mistake is forgetting an anniversary. One mistake is booking the wrong flight. I pointed toward the door. This was a decision.
She shook her head. I didn't think you would find out. That sentence changed everything. I stared at her. You didn't say you regretted doing it.
She froze. You said you didn't think I'd find out. I didn't mean it like that. You meant exactly what you said. She reached for me.