Then Catherine stepped away from him. Patrick, what are you doing here? I almost laughed. I could ask you the same thing. Richard looked between us.
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.