A few anxious days later, the investigator called back. “I have a report for you,” he began, and my stomach tightened. “Walter has been meeting with a woman named Lila multiple times.”
The name sent a chill down my spine. “What do you mean meeting?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Is there more?”
“There are details I can share, but I suggest you prepare yourself. It seems there’s more to their connection than a simple friendship.”
“No, no, no,” I muttered under my breath. “This can’t be happening.”
Confronting the Betrayal
The air crackled with tension as I faced Walter, my heart pounding like a drum. “You’ve been lying to me,” I accused, holding up the investigator’s report. “Who is Lila?”
His eyes widened, panic etched on his face. “I didn’t want you to find out this way…”
“This way? You think there’s a good way for me to find out you’ve been meeting someone else?”
