But I was too overwhelmed to process anyone else’s pain.
Then Tucker noticed the folder in my hand.
His expression changed.
“Lauren, is that my presentation?”
I looked down.
I had almost forgotten why I’d come.
“Yes.”
He extended his hand.
“Thank goodness. I really need that.”
I stared at him.
He had just admitted to an affair.
He had acknowledged that another woman was carrying his child.
And now he expected me to calmly hand him his business documents.
“Tucker, are you serious?”
“Please. This presentation is extremely important.”
“So was our marriage.”
He looked frustrated.
“Lauren, don’t punish my career because you’re upset.”
Those words settled something inside me.
I had spent the entire morning worrying about his future.
He hadn’t spent even five minutes worrying about mine.
I lowered the folder.
“Your job is your responsibility, Tucker.”
“Lauren…”
“And so are your choices.”
