“We’re in here,” Victor yelled back from upstairs. As she went upstairs again, she saw her son playing with his toys, and Victor sitting on Mason’s bed.
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“What’s going on?” She asked.
“Nothing, honey,” Victor said, winking. “Just a boys’ chat. Welcome home.”
Victor then stood up, kissed Paige and said, “Got to get back to work.”
Paige tried to keep it cool after what happened, and she was thinking about the thing her husband didn’t wanted from her son to tell her, which would make her “sad.”
Paige was away for her business trip, and she asked Victor to sent pictures of Mason. In one of the pictures, she saw a pair of blue shoes in the background. They were not from their house.
She was shocked. But tried to calm herself down. She said to herself, “A nanny with expensive shoes.”
When she returned, she found her son alone, sleeping. When she went into Mason’s room, little boy was awakened. “Hi, baby,” she kissed her son.
Then she heard sounds from bedroom. “Dad’s not downstairs?” She asked.
“Mommy, don’t go in there. You’ll be sad,” Mason said as he stopped his mother.
Then she barged in, and caught her husband with another woman in their bed.
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“Paige!” Victor was shocked. “It’s not what you think!”
“Do I look that stupid?” Paige asked, as the woman locked herself into the bathroom.
“I have nothing else to say to you,” Paige said.
“What did you expect, Paige?” Victor asked.
“You’re never here,” he said. “You’re never around. And when you’re home, you spend all your time on Mason or working. What about me?”
“I need human contact, too,” he said. “And I don’t know what you get up to when you’re flying all over the country. I bet you’ve got stories, too.”
“No, Victor,” Paige said. “I’m not you. My vows meant something to me.”
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