For a moment, nobody spoke.
Something shifted in his expression.
He knew.
We sat at the table, but nobody touched the food.
Jenna spoke first.
“Okay. This is weird.”
Daniel looked directly at her.
“How long have you been sleeping with my father?”
No introduction. No explanation.
Jenna went pale.
Mark immediately interrupted.
“Daniel—”
“No.”
Daniel kept his voice steady.
“I asked my wife.”
Jenna looked toward me, then Mark.
That reaction was enough.
Daniel leaned back.
“Wow.”
“Daniel, please.”
“How long?”
She began crying.
“Please don’t do this like this.”
He gave a bitter laugh.
“How would you prefer I find out?”
“It wasn’t supposed to happen.”
“How long?”
Mark intervened.
“Son, this is partly my fault.”
Daniel turned toward him.
“Do not call me son right now.”
Mark fell silent.
Jenna wiped her face.
“Since June.”
The wedding had been in July.
Daniel stared at her.
