It started when the whispers finally got to Esme—someone out there had the hots for her husband, and John was feeding into it. God Almighty, Esme should never have believed Elizabeth. She’s a rotten liar, and a cheat. Esmeknew this. But it hurt. Her words hurt Esme more than Esme could have anticipated, and perhaps that’s why she were so upset.

Esme..waited until Polly had the children to talk to John. The words spilled from her.. lips before She even had a chance to think twice about them, because who the hell was John, thinking he could cheat on her like that?

He met Esme's accusatory tone with anger: “What the bloody hell are you on about, Esme!? You’re my spouse. My partner. What need do I have to go cheat on you?”

His cheeks were rosy in that oh-so-familiar way, but there was no way in hell Esme found it charming now. No, all Esme saw was the fact that he must’ve. He had to have cheated on her. Why else would Elizabeth say something like that?