Nigel set down his glass and glanced at me without a trace of emotion.
"Baby Zach was crying a minute ago. Go see if he needs to be fed."
"Honestly, you're so unreasonable. All I said was to wait a little before eating. Was that really worth making a scene in front of everyone?"
I looked at the wrecked table, the bottles tipped over on the floor, and clenched my fists at my sides.
The cake in the center had been smeared beyond recognition.
I caught the traces of frosting still on Nigel's face and could picture exactly how much fun they'd all had without me.
That cake. I'd made it from scratch with my own hands. I hadn't gotten a single bite.
They'd used it to smear on each other's faces. A toy.
"Come on, Nigel, is that any way to win your wife back?"
"Lorraine Henson, here, take my seat!"
The one speaking was Leona Matthews, Nigel's assistant.
Also the girl he'd grown up with. His childhood sweetheart.
I pressed my lips together, shook my head, and walked straight to the bedroom without a word.
Zachery Henson was wailing in his crib. I blinked back tears and changed his diaper.
But the resentment inside me churned like a riptide, wave after wave threatening to pull me under.