Before I could respond, shrill voices erupted from the doorway. Mila's clique had arrived.
"Mila, why are you begging him?" one sneered. "Just fire him! Kick him out!"
"Exactly," another chimed in. "He thinks marrying you gives him rights to everything. If Galloway hadn't been in trouble, a man like him would never have touched the hem of your dress. He's the one who broke you and Ryan apart."
The gallery of hypocrites. These women spent their days burning through their husbands' money and sneering at me, riding Mila's coattails to feel superior.
Usually, I ignored them for her sake. Today, the blood on my face made me less charitable.
"Broke them apart?" I turned to face the group, a humorless smile forming. "When Galloway was bankrupt and drowning in debt, Theodore came to me. Where were you loyal friends then?"
They quieted, exchanging nervous glances.
"Let me refresh your memory." I stepped closer. "You all ghosted her. Blocked her number because you were terrified she'd ask to borrow money. I saved this family while you hid."
My gaze swept over them, sharp as a blade. They stammered, faces flushing, unable to form a coherent response.