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Julian said I can reach him any time I want. Put him on the phone; his cell phone is off.”
    “I’m sorry, but I can’t do that. He’s not accepting any calls currently,” she says in a bitchy tone.
    “I don’t care how busy he is, put him on the phone,” I yell.
    “I’m sorry, Mrs. Stone, I don’t mean to upset you, but I really can’t do that right now,” she replies in a harsh tone that makes my skin crawl.
    “We’ll see about that,” I respond, livid, and hang up.
    What if he’s sleeping with her?
    My cell phone rings and I jump to answer it. “Hello?”
    “Cheryl, you called me?” Julian responds. “Is everything okay?”
    “Your female secretary was such a bitch to me. I don’t—”
    “We’ll talk about it when I get home, baby,” he replies abruptly. “I have to go now.”
     
    Julian comes home in the evening and we sit together for dinner. I’m agitated and anxious. We are served dinner by two maids and are then left alone.
    I clear my throat. “Who is that secretary of yours?”
    “Her name is Milana,” Julian responds quietly as he eats.
    “That’s a unique name,” I say casually.
    Julian raises an eyebrow and examines my face carefully.
    “Are you jealous?” Julian stops eating. “Do you not trust me?”
    “I don’t like the idea of a female secretary working for you. And she was such a bitch when I tried to reach you.”
    “She’s just doing her job, Cheryl.”
    “I don’t like her,” I say firmly.
    When he remains silent, I clear my throat. “Does she have to work for you?”
    “I can’t let her go without a reason,” Julian responds. “She’s been working for me for several years now. I don’t trust just anyone to work for me.”
    I frown. I don’t know if I trust you.
    “Marriage is based on trust, Cheryl,” Julian says as he gazes long and hard at me. “If you don’t trust me, I want you to let me know.”
    I recall the letters I’ve received, but Yula’s advice comes to mind: “If you confront him too early, you can be sure he won’t confess. Gather some proof first, then confront him.”
    “It’s just that your secretary was so rude to me over the phone,” I explain.
    Julian appears surprised. “I’ve known her for many years. She’s a very nice woman.”
    “Maybe to you she is,” I grumble.
    There is a long bout of uncomfortable silence.
    “I love you, Cheryl,” Julian whispers. “You need to tell me if you have any doubts about me.”
    I remain silent as I watch Julian’s forehead crinkle.
    “Anyway,” Julian says quietly, “tell me, how was your day?”
    I continue to eat, ignoring him, acting as though I hadn’t heard him.
    “The nanny mentioned that our son needs some playdates.” Julian resumes eating. “Why don’t you call those two girls you got along with at the party? They seemed to really like you and they also have children whom our son can play with. I’ll give you their numbers.”
    “I have their numbers,” I say sternly.
    “Good, then give them a call, and invite them over sometime,” Julian instructs. “How is your artwork coming along?”
    “I have nine pieces completed so far.”
    “Great. We’ll need several more if you want me to arrange a private gallery viewing,” Julian explains.
     
    In the morning, Julian and I have breakfast, then he heads upstairs to his office. I sit at the kitchen island and begin sorting the mail. I come across another letter addressed to me. I rip it open in frustration, take a deep breath, and read it:
     
    He is cheating on you with me and he is planning on leaving you to be with me.
     
    My mind goes blank for a moment. What the fuck? My face heats up as I stare at the words.
    I rush into the kitchen with the letter, grab a pair of scissors, cut the paper into tiny pieces, and throw them into the trash. He is not leaving me. That’s not happening.
    The problem is that even if he really were cheating, would I be able to let him go that easily? My head is heavy and