You’ll find one. I’ve already got the woman I want.
In another, she’d written: You’re the only man I can rely on. Again, his answer was missing from her version:
You need to stop saying things like that. Claire is my wife.
I read them three times. Something in my chest that had been clenched for days slowly let go.
Irvin looked up at me. His eyes were wet. “I should have said that to her face a lot sooner,” he said. “I’m sorry.”
“I know,” I said, and I squeezed his shoulder. “I’m sorry too. About what I said.”
We finally had something to fight back with. But even as relief washed over me, I knew it didn’t solve the real problem.
Those messages could prove Vanessa was a liar. They couldn’t fix my garage.
She could be completely dishonest about my husband and still be completely right that my bakery was running out of a space without the proper approval.
