I threw open the door and chucked her shoes at them.

"Don't forget these," I told her before slamming the door and storming up the stairs.

What did she mean? What was it I needed to know that he wasn't going to tell me?

I was furious as I marched into my bathroom, tossed my robe to the floor and immediately sank myself into the white porcelain claw-foot tub, turning the faucet back on to warm it up. However, as the bubbles surrounded me and the glorious lavender-vanilla aroma filled my senses, it began to calm my nerves. I slowly closed my eyes and settled deeper into the tub, the soapy water covering me all the way to my chin.

"Beth?" Came Sam's voice on the other side of the door as he knocked.

My eyes shot open and I glared at the door as if I could melt holes into it with my stare. I ignored him, closing my eyes again and tried to focus on my bath.

"I'm sorry I brought her home, Beth. That was wrong of me," he said, his voice filled with regret.

However, I continued to ignore him.

"Beth, please. Talk to me."

His plea enraged me further. I flipped on the radio beside me, cranking it up as loud as it would go. I could hear him yelling through the door, but it was just a jumble of nonsense that I didn't understand.

Then, the door popped open and he snatched the radio from the shelf, turning it off and setting it on the bathroom sink. "Quit ignoring me. We need to talk about this."

I narrowed my eyes, shooting daggers at him. "Ok. You first. How about you start with telling me who the fuck she is and why she was in my house?"

I was trying to keep my anger in check, but it was not working. All I could think about was what I had heard them say to each other outside our house.

Sam sighed. "Her name is Ellie and she was here because I invited her here...actually, because I brought her here."

I rolled my eyes. "You expect me to believe that bullshit? Why were you even with her in the first place?"

He leaned against the counter as he looked at me, crossing his arms. "I was with her because you made it very clear that you didn't wanna be with me."

My expression softened for a moment at his words. "I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it."

"Yes, you did."

I paused for a second, wanting to disagree, but the truth was, he was right.

"Ok. So, I didn't mean to say those things to you. It's wrong of me to put all of the blame on you. If I hadn't..."

"No," he shook his head, interrupting me. "You're right. It is all my fault."

His admission of guilt stabbed at my heart. "Sam..."

"No, Beth. If I had just let you drive or called an Uber, our baby would be here right now and we wouldn't be divorced, stuck in this house of painful memories."

Tears stung my eyes as I envisioned his thoughts. "Sam...we wouldn't have left the party in such a rush if it wasn't for what happened between Will and I. I regret that moment every day."

Sam scoffed. "Yet, you're working for him."

"It's not like that, Sam. He's my boss. That's all. There's nothing going on between us," I defended.

I could tell Sam was trying to reign in the fury that was bubbling up at the surface. "Then, why would you want to work for him?"

I shrugged my shoulder. "Because he offered me a great job and I couldn't turn it down."

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes.

It was evident that he didn't believe me and why should he? I had been too close to Will before. It was possible I could do that again...but I couldn't see myself doing that.

"Sam, it's just a job. I swear. I don't want Will in any way."

I could see the worry evaporate from his body like steam from a pot of noodles that had just been dumped in the strainer.

Maybe he really does still love me...

"Beth, I...," Sam trailed off as he rubbed his forehead with his thumb and first finger.

"Who is she, Sam?" I asked, much calmer than before.

Sam just stood there, his head hung low, still leaning against the vanity; only this time, his hands were gripping the granite counter top, the muscles in his arms flexing in rhythm with his jaw as he contemplated what to say next. You could almost see the wheels turning in his mind as he decided whether or not to tell me what I obviously needed to hear, but might regret learning.

"Sam..."

He shook his head as if he was trying to erase all of his thoughts. "It doesn't matter anymore. She means nothing to me and I'll never see her again."

Then, he was out the door, closing it quickly, yet gently, behind him.

I should have left it there. I should have just stayed in the tub and enjoyed my bath, but I couldn't. I was driven by a need to know; an ache that settled within my stomach, letting me know something was wrong with the whole situation.

I didn't even blink. I stood up; the watering rushing down off of my body in tiny streams back into the tub as I stepped out onto the rug. I didn't grab a towel or my robe, only the door. I didn't care that I was naked and soaking wet. He wasn't getting out of telling me the truth.

I headed out of my room and down the hall, my feet leaving evidence of where I had come from. I flung open his bedroom door.

"Beth!" He exclaimed, shocked, as he whipped around to face me.

"Tell me, Sam. Tell me now," I demanded. "Who is Ellie?"

"You're dripping onto the floor. Let me grab you a towel," he said, moving toward his bathroom door.

I stepped in front of him, stopping him from going further. I peered deep into his eyes, searching for the answer I so desperately required.

"You were having an affair, weren't you?" I could feel the tears start to swell in my eyes and my chest began to get heavy as I awaited a reply that felt like it took an eternity to receive.

"It's not what you think, Beth."

He wasn't looking me in the eyes.

"Answer the fucking question, Sam...Were you having an affair with that woman?"

He swallowed hard and closed his eyes, sighing, before looking me in mine. "Yes."

Tears spilled down my cheeks at his response. My lips turned into a scowl as I shook my head.

"All this time. All this time I felt guilty for kissing Will, but you were having an affair!" I shouted the last words, unable to control my temper.

Sam shook his head. "No. I wasn't doing anything with her at that time."

My mouth fell open. "It was after the accident?"

The look on his face was all the confirmation I needed.

"Fuck you, Sam," I spat out as I turned on my heel to leave.

"Beth, let me explain," he called out after me.

I spun around so fast it nearly made him flinch. "Explain what? Explain that you lost your baby and nearly lost your wife and you thought the best comfort you could have was to get your dick wet by another woman? There is nothing you can tell me that would make me feel better or justify what you did."

"Beth..."

"No!" I yelled, cutting him off. "All this time I have been punishing myself for what I did that night and yet here you were, doing something worse. I guess revenge really is a dish best served cold."

I flipped back around and stomped down the hallway. I could feel his presence behind me before he spoke.

"Beth...the baby wouldn't be the only one dead if it weren't for her."

I stopped dead in my tracks as his words sank in. I turned around, furrowing my brow as I stared at him. "What do you mean?"

He sighed shakily. "I mean I almost died that night too, but she saved me."

My body began to tremble, not only from the cold that was now seeping into me, but from the image of him dead in my mind.

Standing there, I remembered that he was nowhere to be found that night. I was so distraught that I never questioned it. He had finally turned up a week later when I was being released from the hospital. I was in such a state of shock, that it took months to come out of it. I never ended up asking him where he had disappeared to.

"What happened to you when you left that night? Where did you go?"

He looked at me with such pain and regret. "I got hit by a car."