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Why?” I step closer and she glares at me, stopping me in my tracks. “Baby, what’s wrong?”
    “Don’t baby me!” She grits her teeth and silent tears flow from her eyes. “I don’t want to talk to you and I don’t want to see you. Just go.”
    I cross my arms. Briefly I run through the dates—it’s not her birthday, it’s not our anniversary. I haven’t forgotten anything or overlooked anything. And I never would because I fucking care about this woman and I love her to pieces and I’d never hurt her. I heave a deep breath. “I’m not leaving until you talk to me. I don’t know why you won’t talk to me. I haven’t done anything, babe!”
    She rolls her eyes and glares at me. “You are a really good liar.”
    “I’m not lying.” I hold my ground because it’s the truth.
    Her lips purse together. “Hmm…here’s one. You lied when you said you still thought I was attractive. When you said I was the only woman for you. That was a big fucking lie, wasn’t it?”
    Relief floods into me for a moment. She’s mad because she still thinks I don’t find her attractive. I mean, this isn’t good, but at least I haven’t accidentally found a way to royally fuck things up. I can smooth this over, eventually. I can prove to her that she is beautiful in every way, because it’s the truth and as the saying goes—the truth shall set you free.
    I relax my shoulders. “Baby, get up please. Let’s go to our bed and I’ll show you how beautiful you are to me.”
    Her stony expression turns sarcastic. “Why don’t you go to that bed and see for yourself why you’re a big fucking liar.”
    I swallow the lump in my throat. What the hell does she mean by that? I watch her for a minute, too scared to ask anything else. She looks back into her lap, her shoulders falling and I hate the sight of her being so hurt over something she thinks is true, when it is so not.
    Curious, I leave the room even though all I want to do is wrap her in my arms and tell her how beautiful she is to me and how much I love her. I head down the hall and push open the door to our bedroom. There’s nothing on the bed except my iPad.
    I pick it up, and slide the screen open. It opens to my pictures, which are synced with my cell phone. The phone I left at the office today while Park and I had lunch.
    The lump in my throat grows to the size of a watermelon and no amount of swallowing will get it down. Pure anger rises through my body, threating to unleash and send me into a hurricane of rage.
    I was wrong.
    This is a royal fuck up.
    She’s never going to believe me.

Chapter 16
     
     
    My first idea is to scream. To yell out my frustrations just the way my son does in a blind howl of anger. My second idea is to storm down the stairs, drive over to Mr. Fisher’s house and throw my iPad in his face, telling him that the idiot he hired without my permission is ruining my marriage and making my work life hell. But those things don’t solve the immediate problem—that Bayleigh pretty much hates me right now.
    I sit on the edge of the bed, keenly aware that she’s still in Jett’s room, still heartbroken. I need to find the best possible way of explaining the situation to her and every line I can think of sounds like a pathetic apology.
    With my chest writhing in anger, I stare down at my iPad, seeing firsthand what Bayleigh saw: a dozen pictures of Natalie, taken with my phone, in my office. Shirtless, skirt hiked up, weird positions that only a porn star could come up with. All over my iPad, just waiting for my wife to see. This Natalie bitch has no boundaries.
    I select all of the photos and delete them, gritting my teeth as they disappear from the screen.
    Then I take my cell phone and delete those photos while cursing myself for not paying attention to my phone earlier. But it’s not like I have a habit of going through my phone to see of anyone added pictures to it while I was away. After getting back from lunch with Park, the