"They say eating grapes during pregnancy makes the baby's eyes bigger."
"Really? Then I'd better have a few more."
Their voices were soft, barely above a murmur, yet somehow they cut through the music and the vulgar jeering and reached me with perfect clarity.
Did he love her that much?
Enough to sit there while his own wife was humiliated and not spare a single glance?
My throat sealed shut, packed tight as if someone had shoved a fistful of wet cotton down it. I couldn't even form a cry.
Then one voice rose above the rest.
"A man and a woman, alone in a room, ten minutes!"
Bertram's hands finally went still.
Like the first time we'd met, ten years ago, his gaze found mine across the crowd.
Only this time was nothing like that day. The eyes that should have been filled with love were murky, distant, hollow.
He seemed to read the plea in my eyes. He stood.
Just as I thought there might be a shred of conscience left in him, his words plunged me into ice.
"Prudence, games have rules. Stop being so dramatic."
I stared at him in disbelief. He was willing to push me toward a stranger, just like that? He didn't even care about his own reputation?