"I'm not here to steal your husband, if that's what you're thinking. Honestly? A man like that?" She shook her head. "Run. As far and as fast as you can."
In that moment, I felt the blood drain from my extremities. My fingers went numb. My feet turned to ice.
In my mind, Warren had always been the Gilbert family's golden boy. The perfect husband. He never went out drinking with sleazy friends. Apart from necessary business trips, he was always home.
And yet he'd done this.
Something so vile it defied everything I thought I knew.
I'd been awake all night because of what came after—the explosive fight that had torn through our apartment like a hurricane, leaving nothing but wreckage in its wake.
He denied everything, staring at me like I'd lost my mind.
"Jade, what's wrong with you? Early menopause?"
"Why are you so paranoid lately?"
"After everything I've done for you, how can you not see it? I've been out there busting my ass looking for work, and this is what I come home to?"
We screamed at each other until he stormed out, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the walls.
I stayed behind, stewing in my own rage.