Ralph and Lisa browsing a high-end baby boutique. One arm around her waist, the other resting gently on her belly. The tenderness in his eyes was something I had never once been given.
And then the photo that cut deepest: the two of them walking into a jewelry store, Ralph swiping his card for a $200,000 diamond ring and sliding it onto her finger himself.
I thought of our wedding day. How I'd told him not to spend too much on a ring because I didn't want him to feel pressured. How his eyes had gone red with emotion as he swore he would never let me down.
He hadn't been unwilling to spend the money. He'd just been unwilling to spend it on me.
I saved every photo, every receipt, filed them all away. The evidence was ironclad.
That afternoon, I drove to the shopping district Lisa frequented. Sure enough, I spotted her tucked into a corner booth at a café.
She sat across from a friend, her face glowing with smug satisfaction.
The friend frowned. "Lisa, he's a married man. Aren't you worried about getting caught?"