He opened our closet, pulled out a travel bag, and began folding several shirts into it.
That was the moment my disbelief turned into something much colder.
He hadn’t brought this up because he wanted to discuss it.
He had already made his decision.
And apparently, my role was simply to accept the outcome.
“If you’re planning to live in two different homes, where exactly are you keeping your belongings?”
He barely looked up.
“I’ll leave some things here and keep the rest at Elena’s.”
“And what happens to our bedroom?”
His hands paused over a folded shirt.
“What about it?”
“Am I expected to share our bed with you for three nights, then act as though your other relationship doesn’t exist for the remaining four?”
“Maggie, we don’t need to work out every little detail tonight.”
I let out a stunned laugh.
“You’ve already chosen another woman. You’ve planned which nights you’ll spend with her. But somehow, the details involving me are the ones that can wait?”
He pressed his fingers against his forehead.
“I’m going over to Elena’s tonight so you can have some space. I’ll come back Monday when it’s my turn with Kieran.”
My turn.
Those two words echoed in my head as I followed him toward the front entrance.
Callum lifted his bag from the floor.
