"If Deborah hadn't brokered the introduction, our company never would've signed that contract with Blue Horizon Group. Read the room before you throw a jealous fit!"
Thaddeus stared at me, his face dark as stone.
"Just because Debbie poured me a glass of juice, you want a divorce? Have you lost your mind?"
"Everything I do is for you. For this family. You can't even appreciate how hard I work, and now you want to divorce me over a glass of juice?"
His little speech had every friend and relative in the room seething on his behalf.
"Thaddeus is famous for how good he is to his wife. All these years, he's been so afraid of making you jealous he won't even hire a woman unless she's married with kids."
"He's wrecked his stomach drinking at business dinners for you, for this family. And instead of showing a shred of sympathy, you're filing for divorce over a glass of juice? You don't know how good you have it!"
In everyone's eyes, Thaddeus had always been the model husband.
Five years of marriage, and he still went along with whatever I wanted.
When I couldn't get pregnant and his family blamed me, he'd step in front of me and tell every last one of them that the problem was his, not mine.