I knew that bringing this up again would make him angry, but I had so many questions that were left unanswered. He immediately got up and sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands. "Why Kristen? Why do we have to keep talking about this?"
"You can't possibly expect me to let it go. I'll bring it up until I get the answers I want." I said with attitude. "What's her name?" I demanded, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. I had no idea why I was so curious about her, but I was. It had become an obsession.
Letting out a deep breath, he stood and paced back and forth on the side of the bed. "Why do you want to know so fucking bad?Jesus Kris, let it go!"
"I have a right to know Jared. You screwed up our lives for this bitch. Where did you meet her?" I had to know. The angrier he got, the more questions I thought of to ask.
He stood there, his face turning red and he was fuming mad, but I couldn't help myself. When I walked into that hotel room and saw him in bed with her, I only glanced at in her direction, I was focused on him. It's not like I remembered every detail of her, but then when I saw her at the club, I remembered that long red hair. She was beautiful, that much I realized. Still, I wanted to know more. I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, but still for my own peace of mind, I wanted to know.
"Her name is Lisa. She was at a show and slipped me her number. I was going to throw it away, I really was, but I kept it." He sat down, facing away from me. "I don't know what made me do it. Stupidity, I guess." He let out another deep breath and got back up. He walked to the window and looked out. "I started texting her a few weeks before New York. We talked on the phone a few times, but I swear, I only saw her once." His voice was low as he spoke.
"So, why does she call it an affair?" I knew that one of them was a liar and I had a feeling it was her. "You've already been caught and I'm giving you the chance right now to tell me everything Jared. I just need to know, was it going on long? Just tell me the truth, please."
"It was one time, I swear to God." He turned around to face me and I knew he was being honest. "She's lying if she told you that I saw her more than once."
"If you weren't caught, you would've continued to see her." It hurt to even consider it and I looking down at the floor. He could deny it if he wanted to, but I knew he would have continued. It was such a depressing thought that he gave up on me, on us. This was like torturing myself, asking these questions.
"I don't know what would've happened." At least he didn't straight out lie and say that he wouldn't have seen her again. For the first time he wasn't running away and was actually being truthful. Sadly, it didn't make it any less painful for me. I tried like hell to pull myself together. He walked over and sat next to me, taking my hand. "I'm so sorry. I know that I fucked up. It will never happen again, I swear, Kris. I need you to forgive me." The obvious tension in his face visible.
"I already told you that I forgive you." I told him walking toward the bathroom. "Okay, I'm stressed now. Do you mind if we finish this tomorrow?" I had all I could take for the night and watched him nod his head yes. "I'm going to shower now." I could already feel the emotions spinning inside of me. I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. This wasn't over, that much I knew. I still had questions that he would answer.
