Jeremiah’s frustration was evident as he scolded from the front. "Joanna, are you out of your mind? I went out of my way to pick you up and this is how you act? It’s disgusting!"
"Oh, disgusting? You bring your mistress along to pick me up and I’m the one being called disgusting?" I retorted, my voice sharp.
Jeremiah, likely trying to avoid upsetting Monica, reined in his anger and slammed the accelerator. The engine roared to life and I could feel the tension radiating from him. Watching his frustration gave me a strange sense of satisfaction.
Despite being married for ten years, he rarely picked me up from work—no more than five times. Yet, that didn’t mean the passenger seat was open to other women. I glanced at his angry reflection in the rearview mirror and asked coldly, "What’s with the sudden interest in picking me up today?"