“You married me while you were sleeping with him.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

I finally spoke.

“Be very careful with that sentence.”

Jenna looked at me.

I’d known her for four years.

We’d shopped for her wedding dress together. I’d helped organize her bridal shower.

She’d even called me Mom during her wedding speech.

Now she couldn’t meet my eyes.

She whispered, “It started after Daniel and I were having problems.”

Daniel’s expression tightened.

“We were stressed about the wedding.”

“You were never home.”

“I was working overtime to pay for the wedding.”

“I know.”

“Then don’t rewrite it.”

Mark tried again.

“We crossed a line. It got out of control.”

I looked at him.

“No.”

He frowned.

“What?”

“Things don’t get out of control for four months. You make choices for four months.”

His face hardened.

“Carol, you don’t know everything.”