"Lorraine." He squared his shoulders. "We were together five years. Married for two. Have you ever stopped to consider how many problems you brought to this marriage?"
He met my gaze without flinching.
"Yes, I built my life in this city because of you. Yes, my success exists because of your connections. But that doesn't give you—or your family—the right to look down on me every single day."
He stepped closer.
"I can apologize. I can come home with you."
His expression flickered with something that might have been struggle.
"But don't take this out on Judy Fox. She's innocent." Even now, he was making excuses for her. "She's young—she can't have her reputation destroyed. Her grandfather is in poor health; he can't handle the stress. Whatever issues we have—"
His gaze slid from me to my coworker, who was glaring at him like she wanted to tear him apart.
"—we can discuss at home."
I listened to him lay it all out so reasonably, every word designed to protect the woman named Judy, and I could have laughed.
Five years together. Three years married.