Well, it happened on a Friday. I was only five minutes away from my parents’ house when the thought “Are you an idiot?” entered my mind. Why was I taking this? This wasn’t normal!
I couldn’t justify this strange arrangement anymore, so I made a dangerous U-turn, hauling back to my house. I parked in our driveway and used my key to open the front door.
But I realized what was truly happening as soon as I stepped into my living room. First, Ben was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, I saw Scott on our couch with one arm casually draped around Patricia. She was wearing my pajamas, the ones I just bought that were a little on the pricier side.
“What the hell is going on?” I demanded.
With an expletive, Scott jumped up from the sofa and hit his knee on the coffee table. “Marilyn! You’re… you’re supposed to be at your parents’,” he said, limping toward me.
I wasn’t looking at him. My gaze was on Patricia, who hadn’t moved. She was just smirking as she ran a hand through the silk of the pajama shirt. “Well, well. Looks like someone went off-script.”
“Where’s Ben?” I asked.
“At my mother’s,” Patricia replied smoothly, crossing her legs. “He’s always at my mother’s on Friday. They have a special movie night. Didn’t Scott tell you?” She turned to him with mock concern. “Oh, darling, don’t tell me you’ve been lying to your new wife?”
The pieces clicked into place. “This was never about Ben, was it?”
