"I've never lied to you, Chase. Never."
"Really? Never?"
"Never."
"But you have deceived me, haven't you, Bri?"
"I don't know what you mean by that."
"Let me believe something false. Omitted important information. Glossed over critical facts."
"Important information? Critical facts? Like what?"
"Are you really playing semantic games with me?"
"I'm just trying to understand your anger. I've never lied to you. I don't know why you're questioning me."
"Are you having an affair with Bobby?"
She hesitated just a flash. "No."
"Really?"
"I'm not having an affair with Bobby."
"Sleeping with him?"
She scoffed. "No. I'm not sleeping with him."
"Are you fucking him?"
"Why are you asking me this?"
"Because I thought we had an exclusive relationship."
"What makes you think we don't?"
"These pictures."
"Oh, God."
"Yeah, so I heard."
"What?"
"On the videos. You talk about God a lot. While you're fucking him."
"Videos?" She blanched.
"Videos."
She was silent for a while. Then she looked up, but past his face. "I don't know what to say. I'm so sorry."
"Sorry? For what?"
"For this. For Bobby."
"It didn't sound like you were sorry. On the video."
"Oh, God."
He sat, quiet, contemplative, cool. She couldn't look at him, so she studied her hands.
"How did you get the pictures? And video?"
"Bobby documents his conquests."
She was quiet again.
"What are you thinking, Chase?"
"I think a lot of things, Bri. Are you curious about something specific?"
"What are you thinking about us?"
"I think that you're lying. About feeling sorry."
"But I am. I am so, so sorry."
"Then why did you go back? Several times."
She shuddered and looked away.
"I'm sorry I hurt you."