Jessica closed her eyes.
I looked at her.
“What videos is she talking about, Jessica?” I asked gently.
Several seconds passed before she answered.
“Your mother started secretly recording me months ago, and whenever I begged her to let Olivia rest, she would pull out her phone and threaten to show you edited videos making it look like I was screaming at an old woman so you would divorce me,” Jessica confessed softly.
My chest tightened.
“And that is the reason why you kept completely silent all this time?” I asked, heartbroken.
Jessica looked at me with a sadness I will never forget.
“Not just that, but because many times before, you had already chosen to believe her explanations without her even needing to show you any proof,” she answered honestly.
I had no defense.
Because she was right.
Every time Jessica had hinted that something wasn’t right, I’d reached for the easiest explanation.
