"You're lying. He wouldn't—"
"I'm not lying, Victoria. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."
I hung up and threw my phone across the room.
He came home that night like nothing had changed. Kissed me. Asked about my day. Made dinner while I sat frozen at the kitchen table.
"You okay?" he asked. "You seem off."
"Fine. Just tired."
That night, I watched him sleep. The man I'd been trying to catch cheating for months. The man who passed every test. Until he didn't.
Was it even his fault? I sent a beautiful woman to seduce him over and over again. I manufactured the temptation, created the opportunity, paid for the trap.