"This kid... always saying the wildest things."
"Alright, Noah, let's go to the bathroom." I cut in just in time, then looked at the two of them. "He needs to rest and get some sleep soon."
The hint to leave couldn't have been more obvious.
At the doorway, Corey suddenly turned back.
"Babe."
He tugged at his hair, visibly uncomfortable.
"Letitia's outfit was too short during a performance, so I lent her my jacket. That's how she got my cologne on her. Don't overthink it."
I couldn't be bothered to guess how long it had taken him to come up with that pathetic excuse. My eyes stayed on my phone screen.
"Relax. I don't have the bandwidth to obsess over this stuff. I'd rather spend my time reviewing investment portfolios."
His expression froze, then darkened.
"Money. That's all you ever think about. Do I even exist in your world? Am I even your husband?"
"Fine. Let's see how well you hold this family together on your own!"
He shoved the door open and stormed out.
Letitia trailed after him, her voice dripping with smug sympathy.
"You know, Caroline, being a wife means learning to soften up a little. If you keep this up, Corey's going to be really hurt."