“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re letting a stranger humiliate us in public.”
“A stranger?”
I glanced toward Sabrina.
“Apparently she knows quite a lot about my husband.”
Sabrina gave a humorless laugh.
“Apparently not enough.”
Julian looked around the restaurant.
People were trying not to stare.
A server stood several tables away pretending to reorganize silverware.
He lowered his voice.
“We should go home and talk privately.”
I shook my head.
“You can go home.”
His face tightened.
“You’re staying with her?”
“For a few minutes.”
“Why?”
“Because one of you has been lied to.”
Sabrina looked at me.
“So have you.”
I held her gaze.
“I know.”
Julian grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair.
“I’m not participating in this.”
“You already participated.”
He looked at me.
“Camille.”
“Go.”
For a second, I thought he might refuse.
Then he walked away.
I watched him cross the restaurant.
He never looked back.
The door closed behind him.
And just like that, I was sitting at my seventh-anniversary dinner across from the woman who believed my husband was her boyfriend.
Neither of us spoke.
A server approached carefully.
“Would either of you like anything?”
I looked at the untouched plate in front of Julian’s chair.
“The check.”
Sabrina said, “And coffee.”
The server nodded quickly.
When she walked away, Sabrina put her phone on the table.
“I’m sorry.”
I almost laughed.
“For yelling at me?”
“For thinking you were the other woman.”
I looked down at my wedding ring.
“So did I.”
Sabrina swallowed.
“I saw a picture of you two online this afternoon.”
That caught my attention.
“What picture?”
“A local arts organization posted photos from an event last year. You were both tagged.”
I remembered the event.
A holiday fundraiser near Forsyth Park.
Julian and I had attended together.
Sabrina continued.
“I thought it was old.”
“Why?”
