He didn't leave that night.
Instead, he snapped.
He grabbed the edge of the dining table and flipped the whole thing over.
That table had been set for our tenth wedding anniversary. Brian had spent the entire afternoon in the kitchen preparing every dish himself.
Not a single bite had been touched.
And now—
A sharp, cascading crash of porcelain and glass.
An entire spread of food became wreckage on the floor.
"Why?" His voice cracked. "Why did we end up like this?"
"Eleanor, I know I cheated. I know I made a mistake!"
"But isn't all of that in the past?"
"Why do you insist on tormenting me like this?"
I pressed a hand to my chest. My face was flushed a deep, burning red, and yet I found myself looking at Brian Delgado with something close to amusement.
I was tormenting him?
He was the one who'd put me through hell for six straight years.
The moment I found out about Brian's first affair, I asked for a divorce.
He panicked completely.
He dropped to his knees and swore to me that he would cut Joan Henson out of his life for good.
He scrubbed his social media clean. Every last trace of the other woman, gone.
He even changed his profile banner to our wedding photo.