The deals were never because of his talents anyway. The clients were only indulging Ava's company out of respect for my father. Tobias actually believed he had earned those deals on his own?
I ignored his outstretched hand and tried to leave with Evan.
But Tobias continued his taunts, walking beside us.
"Jeremy, don't blame Ava for not loving you. She played me a recording of you two in bed — man, your performance is lacking, huh?"
His words dripped with malice.
I was stunned — Ava had recorded our intimate moments and shared them with this man?
Ava stood there with her arms crossed, completely unapologetic.
"Tobias is right. If you could satisfy me, why would I need to find someone else? If anyone's to blame for my affairs, it's you, for being an incompetent husband."
She looked me up and down, sneering.
"Don't act so calm, Jeremy. I saw the Bentley key you're holding. You bought me a car to win me over again, didn't you? Ha! This time, a car isn't enough. I need a house too — a nice one in the city center!"
Evan, unable to take it anymore, shoved me aside and pointed at Ava, shouting.