The room became noticeably quieter. He walked directly toward Brandon.
Brandon was still smiling, apparently expecting his friend to join the joke.
Marcus did not smile back. He stopped in front of him. Then he calmly took the package from Brandon’s hand.
He placed it on the table. And in front of everyone, he said, “You want to embarrass somebody tonight, Brandon?
Embarrass me.” Brandon’s smile vanished. Marcus reached beneath the waistband of his jeans and revealed the edge of his own discreet protective underwear.
Nobody laughed. Then Marcus looked directly at me and said something that changed the entire room.
“My wife never got the chance to need these after childbirth. She died bringing our daughter into the world.”
The room went completely silent. Brandon’s face drained of color. But Marcus was not finished.
Because what he revealed next would force my husband to confront not only what he had done to me that evening, but what he had ignored for the entire year since our triplets were born.
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