"I never decided to have two women," he said, brow furrowed. "Emma, what is it you think you know?" This was a dangerous sentence to say, but he knew he hadn't said anything to her. The only other person who really knew what had happened was Jean and well, Emma had never been in Jean's best graces.
He got up from his chair, and kneeled in front of her, taking her hands in his. "Talk to me, Emma."