Vanessa looked from him to me, then to Daniel, who had followed a couple of steps behind. Her expression shifted too. Not quite shame. More like the panic of someone realizing her private lies had just become public.
“Don’t say my name like we’re having a normal conversation,” I told Andrew.
Every table around us had fallen silent. A waiter stood frozen near the bar holding a bottle of wine.
Andrew stood. “Claire, I can explain.”
I let out a short, broken laugh. “Really? Start with the anniversary text. Or maybe explain why our marriage is funding your affair.”
Vanessa’s head snapped toward him. “Your marriage?”
He closed his eyes briefly. That was enough.
She stepped back like she’d been shocked. “You told me you were separated.”
Of course he did, I thought. Of course he used the same lie everywhere.
Daniel looked at her with open disgust. “And you told me you were in Boston for a marketing conference.”
She opened her mouth, then closed it again.
The investigator, whose name tag read Melissa Kane, remained composed. “Mr. Bennett, we need your company phone and access card immediately.”
