Jake walked toward her—walked—and they smiled at each other.
My first thought was that he had been pretending to be disabled and was now cheating on me.
Jake said, “You got here fast.”
She replied, “You sounded nervous.”
Jake sat down on the bed and leaned back against the pillows. The woman set her bag down and began taking things out of it.
That was when I grabbed my keys and ran out of work.
As I drove home, I heard Jake say something I couldn’t make out clearly. The woman answered, “You can’t keep doing this.”
I burst into the house and slammed the front door so hard it hit the wall. I marched down the hallway toward the bedroom
Then I pushed the door open.
Both of them jumped.
Jake was half-reclined on the bed, shirtless. The woman stood beside him with her hands raised.
“Are you serious?” I shouted.
Jake turned pale. “Mara—”
“Don’t,” I snapped.
I looked at the woman. “Get out of my house.”
She didn’t leave. Instead, she picked something up from the bed and held it toward me.
“Please lower your voice,” she said calmly.
