I nodded slowly. "You weren't." And then I stood. "I'm sorry. I know this hurts, but you deserve to know."
She clutched the folder to her chest like it was all she had left of her sanity. And I walked away. I didn't look back.
Two days later, Lena showed up at my new place. How she found the address, I'll never know—probably hacked into an old delivery order or some account we once shared.
I opened the door slowly. She looked awful: bags under her eyes, hair tied in a messy bun, no makeup, wearing one of my old hoodies like it was armor.
"Please," she whispered, "don't shut me out."
I didn't say a word. She stepped inside on her own, tears already gathering.
"Chase's wife found out. She left, took the kids. He blames me for everything. He said I ruined his life."
I leaned against the wall, arms folded. "You did ruin someone's life. Mine."
She looked at me then, truly looked, and I saw something new: panic.
"Leo, I never wanted this."
I stayed quiet.
"He said he loved me. He promised we'd be together if his wife ever left. Now he won't even answer my texts. I gave up everything for him."