I flew out of the car, heart pounding, and ran straight toward them, demanding to know what the hell was going on. My husband froze, completely speechless. Then his ex turned to him, smirking like she had been waiting for this moment, and said loud enough for me to hear: “Oh, you DIDN’T TELL her? Love, she deserves to know WHAT WE HID.”
I swear, the world spun for a second. The shovel in my husband’s hands clanked to the ground. My eyes darted between them, waiting for someone to say something that made sense. Janet wiped her hands on her jeans, all calm and collected, while I was barely holding it together.
“I… I didn’t think we’d need to bring this up,” my husband—Rhett—mumbled. His voice cracked. “Not anymore.”
“Bring what up?” I snapped, my stomach tight
