I Married A Married Man

Synopsis

Eight years of marriage, and I thought I was David Lawson's wife. Then one day, I found a photo in his suit pocket. In the photo, a woman was holding a boy who looked about seven or eight. Her smile was soft and gentle, and the boy was the spitting image of David. My fingers trembled as I held the photo. David came out of the study, and when he saw the photo in my hand, his expression darkened. "Who is this?" My voice came out barely above a whisper. He stayed silent for a long while. So long that I thought he wasn't going to answer. "My ex-wife," he finally said. "And my son." In that moment, my mind went completely blank. His ex-wife and son. Those words cut through me like knives, sharp and merciless. "When did you get divorced?" I asked. David didn't say a word. He just looked at me, his eyes filled with something I couldn't quite understand—maybe guilt, and a kind of helplessness. "David, I'm asking you. When did you get divorced?" I said, enunciating every word. He took a deep breath. "I didn't."