"Divorce him, then! Tessa, honestly, what are you afraid of?"
An angry voice sliced through the crowd.
Audrey Mason. Tessa's best friend.
"Audrey, please, try to talk some sense into Oliver. He... he insists on divorcing me."
Audrey shot me a look of pure disgust, like she wanted to flay me alive right there.
"Tessa, he's just a leech. Why are you trying so hard to keep him?" She turned her glare on me. "Oliver Fox, do you even have a heart? Tessa has gone above and beyond for you. Every month, she gives you over ten thousand dollars for household expenses. Every business trip, she brings you gifts. Every holiday, she asks me to help pick out luxury goods for you."
A cold smile touched my lips.
Luxury goods?
From the day we married until now, the only gifts Tessa had ever given me were a plain silver band and a pair of generic sneakers she'd picked up on sale.
Audrey whipped out a stack of printed receipts.
"Audrey, don't—" Tessa's voice cracked.
She reached for the papers, but Audrey was too fast, too fueled by righteous indignation.
"Open your damn eyes," Audrey spat, shoving the papers toward me. "Every single item on this list was hand-picked by Tessa."