A snow-white poodle filled the screen.
"See? When a man stops loving you, you're worth less than his mistress's dog."
Half a dozen servants surrounded the poodle, grooming its coat, blow-drying its fur, chasing after it with plates of plump, fatty salmon, as though they were attending to royalty.
Something lodged deep in my chest and climbed into my throat. I couldn't speak.
To save money for my son's medical bills, I had never once eaten breakfast. Dinner was a few bites of cold bread. I was dizzy with hunger more often than not.
Even a dog lived better than I did.
Eve was on a roll.
"This trip to Harbor City, he knows I hate noise, so he booked out the entire floor of the hotel."
"Meanwhile that idiot wife is sitting in her little slum apartment waiting for him to come home. Waiting for nothing! Six days a week he's 'working overtime,' and the whole time we're at the villa, having the time of our lives."
I lowered my gaze.
"Why does he treat her like that?"
"Are you slow? What man doesn't want someone young and gorgeous?" She thrust out her chest and winked at me. "If you were a man, could you stand sleeping next to some washed-up hag who looked like you? Let alone spending money on her."