"You couldn't speak. Three years you couldn't speak. Not a single word. But you see Glenda Fox and suddenly you're cured?"
"Or is it just selective? Mute around me, perfectly fine around her?"
"Nothing to say to me—ever. But for Glenda, you can sing love songs and jump in to take her drink?"
My voice cracked before I could stop it.
Outsiders all envied us—husband and wife, heart and soul, building Delgado Group together. But this marriage had only ever gone one direction. I gave. He sat there.
I was the one who bowed and scraped. I was the one who sweet-talked investors and smoothed over deals. And none of it ever earned me a shred of real feeling from him.
All those years courting investors, I drank until I burned a hole through my stomach.
Chester sat next to me the whole time, never had to say a single word, and still walked away with signed contracts.
The color drained from his face, then flooded back wrong. He reached for my hand and I knocked it away.
"Georgina, let me explain..."
The words came out rushed, and for the first time I heard something I'd never heard in his voice before: panic.
I folded my arms and looked at him. "What is there left to explain between us?"