“You made your own decisions months ago. You simply waited until Friday to inform me.”
Before he could respond, his phone began ringing.
He looked at the screen.
Then immediately rejected the call.
A few seconds later, it rang again.
“Is that Elena?” I asked.
“It’s not important.”
“Does she know you’re here?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Then answer it.”
Callum stood abruptly.
“Now isn’t a good time.”
I tilted my head.
“For whom?”
Without answering, he walked toward the back door.
Five minutes later, Callum returned to the kitchen looking noticeably pale.
I didn’t speak.
He stood beside his chair for a moment before asking,
“What exactly have you told Elena about us?”
I frowned.
“Why would I have told her anything?”
His shoulders stiffened.
“Whatever happens between Elena and me is private.”
“Not when you’ve been using our marriage to explain your relationship with her. If you’ve told her a version of my life that involves me, I deserve to know what it is.”
I waited.
“Did you tell her we were already separated?”
