She paused, then added casually, "Oh, right, Evander wants to try some American specialty liquors. Could you run to the supermarket and grab a few types? He also wants to try some local food, so get those too. I really can’t spare the time."
"And pick up the best pajamas and toiletries for them," she added with a wave of her hand as if it were no big deal.
As she spoke, she directed the cleaners, organizing them to freshen up our bedroom, changing the sheets and carpets.
My eyes widened as I watched them start moving my things out of the master bedroom and into the guest room downstairs.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. The words exploded out of me.
"Reese, what the hell do you mean by this? You’re letting him stay in our bedroom?"
She didn’t even hesitate.
"You can sleep anywhere, can’t you? The master bedroom is bigger, and Evander has two kids. It’ll be more comfortable for them."
I met her gaze, my voice colder than I intended.
"So you want me to sleep downstairs while my wife sleeps upstairs with her ex-lover and their illegitimate children?"
Reese froze for a moment, her eyes flashing with fury. Then, her expression twisted, sharp, and angry.