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But that’s not going to happen today.“Excuse me,” he said. “I just got a text.”
She frowned when he took out his phone. “I think we need to have some phone-free time.”
Instead of checking his texts, he brought up his recording app and hit start. Then made sure his home screen was showing before placing the phone on the table. “I agree. We should talk.”
She scootched over a little closer and trailed her fingers up his thigh. “Or not.”
He placed his hand over hers, halting her explorations. “I want to talk about Ashley.”
She flinched, grabbing her hand back as though he were infectious. “What? Why?”
“Because she’s important to me.”
Joelle lifted her chin. “She’s just a two-bit whore.”
“So were you,” he said smoothly, and her hand swung as if to slap him, but he caught it before she made contact. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Joelle.”
“Why not? Are you going to have me arrested?” she mocked.
“Maybe. Don’t push me.”
“Don’t push you? Don’t push you? I will push you, husband dear. I will push you all I want to. I am your wife.”
“For now.”
She gasped, but it sounded rehearsed. “Are you threatening me with divorce?”
“No, I’m saying that I want one.”
She drew herself to her full height. “No.”
He laughed quietly. “What did you think would happen, Joelle? You put cameras in my office. You invaded my privacy. I do business in that office. You may have breached the privacy of any number of innocent people.”
“You don’t deal with innocent people.”
That was pretty much true. “It doesn’t matter. What did you think would happen?”
“I thought you’d get rid of her. I thought we’d be free of her. Now she’s gone. The whore is gone. Now we can get back to normal. We can work on our marriage. It’ll be like it was at the beginning.”
That was good. He’d be able to use a few of her words to his own advantage. He needed more, though. “Our marriage is over.”
She lurched to her feet, her hands balled into fists. “It’s not over until I say so. How dare you? You cheated on me.”
“As I’ve done before with previous wives, as you well know. Did you think you were special?”
Another gasp, this one seemingly sincere. “I did, and I was the fool. I thought you loved me.”
“I did. Once.”
“But you don’t love me anymore?” she asked, her lip trembling.
If he hadn’t seen the twitch of her left eye, he might have thought that she was genuinely brokenhearted. But the words themselves were gold. “I do not. I haven’t for a long time.”
She stomped one foot. “You will not divorce me. You will not leave me. I will fight you.”
“You will lose.”
“I have the videos,” she said smugly. “We have a prenup.”
