Then what is he? She looked directly at me. He's the person I was supposed to meet. I stood up. Then why did you come home?
She didn't answer. I waited. Finally, she whispered. Because I needed to tell you before I changed my life. That was when I understood.
This wasn't a confession. It was a decision she had already made. And I wasn't being asked to save our marriage. I was being informed that it was already over. I stayed standing across from Nicole.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke. Then I asked the question that mattered. What exactly are you planning to do? Nicole took a breath. I want a divorce.
She said it quietly, but there was nothing uncertain about it. I nodded once. How long have you been thinking about this? She looked uncomfortable. Since the trip?
That isn't what I asked. She lowered her eyes. I started thinking about it before I came home. So, you've already made up your mind? Yes.
I pulled out the chair and sat down again. Does Trevor know? Yes. That answer hit differently. You've already discussed divorcing your husband with another man.
He knows I'm married. That wasn't my question. She looked at me. He knows I'm going to leave. I stared at her.
So, while I was sitting here waiting for my wife to come home, you were somewhere in New Orleans planning your next life with another man. It's not like that. It is exactly like that, Nicole stood. You don't understand what happened between us. I don't need to understand it.
You should at least hear me out. I am hearing you. She walked around the kitchen, clearly frustrated. Trevor makes me feel alive, Samuel. I haven't felt that way in a long time.
I looked at her. Then you should have told me before you kissed him. She didn't respond. I continued. You had 1two years with me.
If you were unhappy, you had 1two years to say it. I tried. No, you complained. You pulled away. You stopped talking.
Those aren't the same thing. Her expression hardened. I don't want to spend the rest of my life pretending our marriage is enough. Then don't. She stopped.
What? You heard me. I stood up. If you've decided you want him, I'm not going to beg you to stay. She looked almost surprised.
I thought you'd fight. I don't fight for someone who has already chosen to leave. Her eyes filled with tears. Samuel, no. I raised my hand.
You made your decision. Own it. She wiped her face. I never wanted to hurt you, but you did. I still care about you.
Then stop making this harder. She sat back down. For the first time, the confidence disappeared from her face. What happens now? Tomorrow, I'll contact an attorney.