33 Chapter 33: Mariana, Part 2

"Wait." I rub my temples as I try to make sense of it all. "You're saying Santos cheated on me for all those years because he might have a medical condition that exacerbates his stupid superstitions?"

"In a very basic nutshell, yes."

I stare at him, mouth open. I want to hear what Justin is saying and having it all make sense… make it all this easy. Instead, it makes me mad. "I call bullshit."

"Why?"

"Why?" I laugh, humorlessly. "Because we were married for ten years. He could have easily come home and gotten his ‘medical condition,"‘ I sarcastically use air quotes, "… under control with me. But he didn't. He chose to go out and bang any groupie who was willing to spread her legs for him. No way. He made a choice. Every time."

"I agree with you."

"Good. Because there is no way I'm accepting that as an excuse."

"I'm not asking you to. And I'm not making excuses for him. Regardless of how difficult the situation was, he had choices and he knew what he was doing."