" Theo ... " A delicate voice trembled on the other end . Emma's hand jerked , nearly dropping her phone . " Theo , are you home yet ? Are you okay ? " Cecilia sounded tipsy too , her words slow and sticky , not really waiting for a reply . She just rambled on , " I know things are hard for you ... and I know Emma's done so much for you ... You don't have to feel guilty with me ... I ... I'm fine with how things are now ... I don't care ... if I'm your wife or not ... I just ... I just want you to remember me , that's enough ... Let's keep things this way ... Theo ... She lives in your house , but I live in your heart , and that's more than enough for me ... " With a clatter , Emma's phone finally slipped from her grasp and hit the floor . She lives in your house , but I live in your heart. How wonderful ... Isn't that just perfect , Theodore ? Stumbling , Emma left the room and headed for the guest bedroom . She collapsed onto the bed , determined to squeeze every last thought from her mind , desperate never to remember ... The next thing she knew , Theodore's voice dragged her out of sleep . He was talking to Fallon . " Where did these flowers come from ? " " Mrs. Whitman brought them back last night ," Fallon replied . " She went out last night ? " " Yes , sir . " " By herself ? Where did she go ? " Theodore's voice had grown noticeably sharper . " She said she was going to a show . Her teacher was with her . " " Her teacher ? Who sent the flowers ? " He sounded unconvinced . " I'm not sure . " 1/3 11:50 Chapter 27 " What show ? Where was it ? What time ? " Fallon hesitated . " I'm sorry , sir . I really don't know . " The guest room door swung open . Emma was already awake , but she kept her eyes closed , pretending . " Emma . " His voice was close . " I know you're awake . You just moved your hand . " Emma opened her eyes . No point pretending now . " Who did you go to the show with last night ? " Why was he so hung up on this ? " Ms. Brown , " she replied coolly . " Emma ... " He seemed to hesitate . " It's good you're back in touch with your teacher , but ... don't share too much personal stuff with her , alright ? You know how things are between her husband and me ... " So that's it - he just didn't want her exposing the truth about Cecilia not being Mrs. Whitman . No wonder he kept circling back to who she went out with . Emma rolled over and didn't bother to answer - or disagree . " Emma ... " He sat down beside her . " Could you just be good , please ? " He reached out , trying to turn her around . Suddenly , the memory of last night hit her - him pinning her down , whispering Cecilia's name , telling her to be good - and she felt sick . She slapped his hand away and yanked the covers over herself . " Emma , just give me some time . I'll talk to them myself , alright ? " He leaned over , tugging the blanket down until her face was exposed . She said nothing , just stared at him . He gave up , then abruptly changed the subject . " Emma , what was your greatest passion , your true love , last night ? " " It sure as hell wasn't you ! " His face froze for a second , then shifted to an understanding look . " Alright , stop being 213 11:50 Chapter 27 mad . I know you're still sulking and jealous . Didn't I come straight home after seeing your message ? " He really thought her " passion " and " true love " were him ? That " not you " just meant she was pouting ? Emma poked her head out from under the covers . " I told you already ... " Seeing her come out , his expression softened . He reached over , ruffling her hair . " There we go , that's better . I'll be home tonight , but don't wait up for me - if you're tired , just get some sleep . " He left before she could say another word , closing the door behind him . In truth , this scene was exactly the same as always . 3/3