“I didn’t know. I didn’t… I didn’t realize it had gotten that far.”
A few seconds passed in silence before Emily, who had been upstairs with Sarah, came down. She looked at both of us, her gaze finally settling on Alex.
“Maybe you should leave,” she said, her tone ice-cold.
Without another word, he got up, still clutching the paper, and left. The door clicked shut behind him, and I sank into the couch, feeling the tension drain out of me. Emily sat beside me, pulling me into a hug.
“You did nothing wrong, Jenn,” she whispered. “He has to earn back your trust now if that’s even what you want.”
Two to three hours after he went back to his parents’ house to “clear his head,” my mother-in-law (MIL) called. This time she scolded me for laughing in my husband’s face because it was the same as “kicking him while he was down.”