"If I were you, I would never let my wife lose her face in public. Even if something happened, shouldn't you talk about it at home? Why did you have to make her lose her face in front of everyone? Don't you know that she cares most about her reputation?"
His sobs moved my wife. The heartache and hesitation in her eyes vanished, into coldness.
She defended the man, her face full of reproach as she stared at me. "There was never anything between Alexander and me."
"I've explained this to you so many times," she said, protecting Alexander, "You don't care about what was going on with me, you see everything as dirty!"
To be honest, before I came here ....
I really, really thought something serious had happened to her. And I considered the actions I should take if she had been framed up by someone else, a competitor or a hater, kind of-to destabilize the company.
But I never once considered, it was because of Alexander ... and Alexander again.
He was the nightclub host who Jocelyn suddenly met half a year ago, the one Jocelyn often brought up absentmindedly and the one Jocelyn believed herself to be the God in the redemption story.