"God, you really have no shame, do you? Sticking your nose in from a thousand miles away! Since you can't let him go, how about I gift-wrap him and deliver him to your bed tomorrow? Perfect timing—you can swap out your groom!"
"After all, a shameless homewrecker like you doesn't care what people think, right? Why don't we let everyone see what you really—"
Kevin snatched the phone away. "Shut up! What the hell is wrong with you?"
I glared at him with pure hatred. "She can do it, so I can say it. You two are pathetic—a cheating bastard and his whore. And you have the nerve to coo at each other right in front of me."
Through the phone came Adela's soft, trembling sobs. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset your wife."
Kevin's face darkened. "Roberta. Apologize."
Every last shred of reason I had left went up in flames.
I was right back in that hotel room, catching them in the act. I lunged at him, fists pounding his chest, nails raking his face. "Go to hell! Kevin, are you even human? You and that whore deserve to rot! Both of you!"