“Lila, do you have any idea what you just did?!”
Max’s face was dark with anger. “Who told you that you could humiliate Paige in public?!”
“There were reporters at the event today! If this gets out, how is she supposed to face anyone again? Who would dare hire her after this?!”
I looked at his furious expression and replied calmly, “Calling it humiliation only makes sense if it wasn’t true. Didn’t you hold her?”
“Max, stop pretending. I know you’re not allergic to her, I saw you massaging her foot.”
Being exposed so directly, Max went silent for a moment, rubbing his temples in frustration.
“So what? Paige is different from you.”
“No matter what, you’re Mrs. Kennedy. Isn’t that enough? Lila, don’t be too greedy.”
In five years of marriage, I had never even received a single hug from my husband. Was that what he called greed? He wasn’t the same man I once knew.
I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and said quietly, “You’re right. Wanting too much is wrong. So I’ll fix it. Max, let’s get a divorce.”
Before he could reply, a guest rushed out and accidentally bumped into me, sending me stumbling down the steps.