“I thought it was. He showed his true character. Mind you, he wanted children right away because he was older. I figured it wasn’t the end of the world. I had a great career I could go back to.”
“And we know he didn’t want you to.”
“We talked about it prior, not sure why he thought I’d change my mind. But there you go. Sex with us was good in the beginning, but nothing like what we just had.”
He puffed his chest out some. “I do try.”
She shoved at his arm. “Now you’re being cocky, but I like that about you. After Archer was born, he didn’t really find me as attractive.”
“Fucker,” he said.
She laughed. “Yeah. I lost the weight pretty quickly.”
“That shouldn’t matter in the least.”
“I know. But he still struggled. It’s like he couldn’t get it out of his head what happened down there.”
“Oh, come on, Farrah. He’s a doctor.”
“I know. That threw me for a surprise too. He watched the birth, and maybe that was part of it. Can’t tell you. But after some time, he was better. Then he wasn’t because I was tired. I’m back to work, I’m caring for the house and Archer and maybe not putting as much time into my marriage as I should.”
“Sounds as if he wasn’t either.”
“Nope, he wasn’t. We were both to blame there. But he did the one thing that I hate. The one thing that is unforgivable. Even a whisper of it turns my blood and he knew it.”
“What’s that?”
“Cheating.”
He knew she was going to say that and it was why he couldn’t let her know the final straw of why he left Charlotte.
At least not right now.
There was no way he wanted to bring that up after what they’d shared.
Would he tell her at some point? Maybe. It wasn’t true what he was accused of. No one thought it.
But it still weighed so heavily on his mind at the time. At least he thought it was the final straw, but maybe it wasn’t.
“You said you suspected it?”
“Yep. He was coming home late, which with his job, I get. But it was more than that. His stories didn’t always line up. He wason his phone all the time, again, not unheard of. He was always calling or texting patients after hours. But then he’d be texting and smiling more.”
“Sounds suspicious to me.”
“That’s what I’d say. Like why are you so happy to be texting a patient? I understand telling them good news, but it was just too frequent.”
“You couldn’t check out his phone?”
“I’d never ask. My phone was always lying around. I don’t care if anyone looks at it. I have nothing to hide and never have. But I understood his had patient information too.”
“I’m the same way with my phone. Do I give my password out? No. Just don’t do those things, but I can’t tell you the number of times I’d unlock my phone for someone to use it and look something up. And remember, I’ve got players’ personal cell numbers on mine, so I’m somewhat cautious.”
He normally stood there while they were on it. Just to make sure they weren’t trying to get information on another player rather than snooping.
“You understand,” she said. “I finally asked him to his face if he was cheating. We barely had sex. When we did it was me that initiated it. He often said he was tired or stressed.”
“I’m a dude. I never say no to sex if I’m in a relationship with someone unless we are fighting and I’m still pissed. Or I think she’s using it as a game.”
