"You're Celestine's husband, right?"
Hubert's voice was cold, dripping with disdain.
"And who the hell are you?"
Hearing an unfamiliar man, Blake's tone sharpened, his calm was instantly replaced by unease.
Hubert met my eyes, mocking me as he replied, "I'm Celestine's ex. But don't worry—I'm married now. I've got no interest in her anymore."
There was a short silence, then Blake demanded, "Then why are you calling me with her phone?"
"No real reason. I just thought you should hear the truth about your lovely wife."
Hubert began his assault, every word a dagger meant to bury me alive.
"Do you know how she got those burn scars? She tried to set herself on fire when I dumped her and wanted to die with me. If my wife hadn't tried to save her, she'd already be ashes."
"When that failed, she threw herself at man after man, desperate for company."
"She's lived off my wife for years—sold her wedding jewelry to buy gifts for boytoys, gambled away her money, maxed out my credit cards, made my wife pay her debts."
"She even got caught playing mistress and was beaten by the man's real wife."