Stumbling across details of his secret family – a mistress and two sons, twelve and seven-year-old boys ensconced in a nice town house downtown, whilst she played Martha Stewart at home – had been beyond a rude shock.
Cecilia was still dumbfounded at the turn of things.
How did she not see the tell-tale signs, a consistent barrage of questions raced back and forth in her mind.
Her emotions were all over the place as she struggled to reconcile with the enormity of Tom’s treachery and how he had managed to live a lie for so long.
Their twenty-five-year-old marriage was now confined to a file in a divorce lawyers office.