I process his words for a moment, a knot forming in my stomach. Then I turn to face him, my voice tinged with frustration.

"Why didn’t you tell me before?"

"So you could call off our wedding, sweetheart?" he shoots back, answering with another question.

"Need I remind you that in the past few weeks, I’ve had to deal with your ex-husband and the press calling me a homewrecker nonstop? Or didn’t you know?"

"I-I didn’t know any of that," I murmur, sadness creeping into my voice.

"Well, ...