"After that stunt you pulled, how is she supposed to face anyone? You're a woman—you of all people should know what reputation means to a woman!"
I didn't waste my breath arguing. I reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and slammed it down in front of him.
In all our years of marriage, I had never once checked his phone. He'd never bothered to delete anything.
Every transfer to the personal shopper was right there in black and white.
A five-hundred-dollar compact here. A two-thousand-dollar perfume there.
A sixty-thousand-dollar necklace. A three-hundred-thousand-dollar handbag.
Every single transaction, crystal clear.
"Now you want to blame me for making a scene? Now reputation matters?"
"Funny how neither of you thought about that when you were climbing into bed together."
I didn't miss the flicker that crossed his eyes—there and gone before he could hide it.
But he buried it fast, cranking his voice right back up.
"You went to her place over this? Do you even know what this is about?"
"She's my superior—Supervisor Gray runs my entire team. Do you have any idea how much she's helped me at the company over the years?"