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.