"Nothing actually happened between you two, right?"
"Ten years of marriage. What couple doesn't fight?"
"But I know you too well. You'd never stoop to playing tit for tat."
I lifted my gaze, lazy and unhurried. "Is that so."
A look of smug certainty settled across Brian's face.
But the very next second, that certainty shattered.
Right in front of him, I tore open a packet of high-potency aphrodisiac, dumped it into my water glass, tilted my head back, and drank every last drop.
The color drained from Brian's face in an instant.
"Eleanor, have you lost your mind?!"
He stared at me in disbelief.
He knew exactly how potent that aphrodisiac was. It was the very reason he'd ended up in Joan's bed all those years ago. The woman had slipped it into his drink. He'd been wrecked the entire night before the effects finally wore off, his body so hollowed out that it took him the better part of a month to recover.
And he understood something else, too.
Ever since his affair, I had never let him lay a finger on me again.
"Eleanor, spit it out right now! Your body can't handle this!"
Brian's face was ashen. He pounded on my back, clawing at me, even trying to shove his fingers down my throat to force it out.