Seeing my face red with anger, my finger pointed directly at her, Reese snapped. She dropped the towel from her hands and fired back, her voice a sharp blade.
"Matteo, you’re disgusting! When did you turn into this filthy, vile person? I work so hard for this family, and this is what’s going through your head? Are you even human?"
It was the first time since our marriage that we’d had such a heated argument. A shouting match that rattled the walls.
Suddenly, Reese stopped yelling. I followed her gaze, and at the doorway stood a tall, handsome white man and two identical little boys.
That was the first time I laid eyes on Evander. Just like the pictures on her social media, she was handsome, with a bright smile, radiating strength and masculine energy.
And then there was me.
Red-eyed, haggard, hair a mess, thin as a rake, my clothes wrinkled from the drunken sleep I’d had on the couch the night before.
I was clearly the inferior one.
Evander stood there, shrugging helplessly, and opened his arms.
"Reese, I really didn’t mean to cause trouble. I’m so sorry."
He said this as he took the boys' hands and turned to leave.
Reese panicked, rushing toward him and hugging him from behind.