“Why were you with my husband?” The question slipped from my lips, sharp and unyielding.

Michael turned to me, confusion etched into his features. “Anna, I—it’s not what it looks like.”

“Then what is it?” My voice wavered, raw with emotion.

Jessica took a deep breath, her voice tentative. “We ran into each other at a business conference. We were just catching up, and he offered to give me a ride back to my hotel. It was innocent, I swear.”

Innocent. The word dangled in the air, a fragile lifeline I wasn’t sure I could grasp. Michael’s eyes pleaded with me to believe, but doubt clawed at my insides.