I went through every screenshot once more.
Suddenly, years of “little jokes” looked entirely different.
The comments over dinner.
The remarks during appointments.
The teasing in front of relatives.
I had treated them as careless slips.
Now I understood that many of them had been intentional.
The party wasn’t an isolated mistake.
It was simply the moment Richard finally took things too far.
I put my phone down.
Downstairs, I could hear him making coffee and humming as though nothing had happened.
He had slept in the guest room.
I spent most of that day upstairs with the babies.
Richard went out twice.
While he was gone, I fed the triplets, bathed them, and finally took a shower myself.
When he came back, he knocked once on the bedroom door.
I didn’t answer.
Eventually, he walked away.
The next evening, I printed every screenshot David had sent me.
