~LUCAS~
She peers up at me, and I can see the hesitation in her eyes. She doesn't know if telling me the truth seems like the right thing to do in this situation. I don't blame her for being hesitant. I was sure that she could tell I was not taking the new information all that well. I was not good at hiding how much her confession affected me—and not in a good way.
"How long?" I repeat, trying to make my voice calmer this time. I didn't want to upset her or give her another reason not to tell me the truth.
Her eyes are sad as she whispers, "Are you sure you want to know the answer to that question?"
Fuck.
It felt like she could see straight through me right now. I was like an open book, easy for her to read. I didn't want to seem weak before my wife, but she caught me off guard. He
