“That is what reconciliation means,” I informed him and his mouth got tight again.

Then he observed, “I would assume from your asking him not to contact you via the phone that you declined this reconciliation.”

“You would assume correctly.”

“And that was it? That’s all you discussed?”

“No, he asked about our dog, who I got custody of in the divorce and who has since died. I told him he died. Other than that, yes. Pretty much. That’s all that we discussed.”

“Pretty much?”

“Sir, it was six months ago and at that time I hadn’t seen him in person in over four years. His contacting me at all was a surprise and not a good one. His reason for wanting to meet was a surprise too and definitely not a good one. I’m sorry I didn’t take note of everything we discussed but the reason for the meeting kind of rooted itself in my brain, forcing out everything else.”

“You hadn’t seen him in over four years,” he noted.

“Yes, that’s what I said,” I confirmed.

“So, if you didn’t wish to reconcile, why did you agree to lunch?”

I pulled in a breath and I stated, “I forgot.”

He stared at me.

Then he repeated my words in a question. “You forgot?”

I nodded.

“I forgot how Damian is. When he contacted me and told me his father wasn’t well and that he wanted to meet me for lunch, I forgot that Damian is, well…” I threw out a hand. “Damian. Or maybe I didn’t forget. Maybe I blocked it out, considering I spent those years trying to block out everything about Damian. But I know how close he is to his father. I was close to his father, though I haven’t seen him in over four years either. So I felt badly he wasn’t well and I wanted to know what was happening. Damian refused to tell me any details over the phone so I met him. Then I discovered nothing was wrong with his father and Damian used that to lure me to lunch.”

He stared at me again, likely letting the news that my ex-husband was that big of an asshole sink in before he changed tactics. “It was you who filed for divorce.”

They’d looked into me.

Good God. They’d looked into me.

What was happening?

“Yes,” I confirmed, thinking that with whatever was happening, honesty was definitely the best policy, so I kept with it.

“Infidelity?”

I nodded and added verbally, “Yes.”

“Repeated,” he stated.

“You’ve obviously read the court documents so you know that’s also a yes. But, yes, I’ll confirm that Damian cheated on me repeatedly.”

“Yes, Ms. O’Hara, I have read the court documents and the sheer number of them indicate that the papers you filed were contested. He fought the divorce. It went before a judge.”

“Yes, he did.”