Within thirty minutes, the post hit the local trending page.
I was still scrolling through the chaos, almost amused, when the bedroom door flew open.
Warren stormed in, chest heaving.
"Are you out of your fucking mind, Jade?"
"What garbage have you been reading online? You actually posted that—that filth about me?"
His eyes were bloodshot, veins standing out on his neck.
"I already told you, she's lying! That little slut is making it all up!"
"She thinks every man wants her just because she's young? Is that it?"
He stepped closer, jabbing a finger at me.
"You're my wife. How can you not believe me?"
That was exactly the problem. Five years of marriage had taught me exactly who Warren Gilbert was.
When he got what he wanted—a project, a deal, a woman—he'd brag about it endlessly.
When he didn't get what he wanted, he'd stop at nothing to destroy it.
And right now? The more desperately he screamed his innocence, the more he proved his guilt. A man with nothing to hide doesn't fight this hard.
I wasn't interested in another screaming match.
"I'll say it one more time." My voice came out flat. "Either you move out, or we get divorced."