Married to the Same Man
Was I the other woman?
In the photo, Rupert stood behind her, smiling as he wrapped his arms around her.
She kept scrolling through more pictures—some of just the two of them, others with their family.
"Oh, and here's one from when we went horseback riding," she said.
As she carried on, a chill ran down my spine, and my chest tightened with a sharp ache.
"I'm not feeling well… I'll head out for now," I said.
That photo took me by surprise. I shoved her phone aside, and before I knew it, tears clouded my eyes.