He turned around slowly.
His gaze swept over what I was wearing, and shock flooded his eyes, raw and disbelieving.
He should have been shocked.
After all, ten years of marriage, and I had never once dressed up like this to please him.
Yet here I was, the moment he was about to leave, dolled up in next to nothing, ready for a date with another man.
"Eleanor Pruitt, have you no shame?"
After a few seconds of rigid silence, Brian snapped. He lunged forward and clamped his hand around my throat.
"It's bad enough that you parade this man around the house every day just to disgust me. But now you're putting on this little show right in front of my face?"
"What, the second I walk out that door, this place becomes your love nest?"
I studied his bloodshot eyes with mild amusement and let out a soft laugh.
"Aren't you on your way to see another woman right now?"
"Funny how that's fine, but when it's me, suddenly you're furious."
Something shifted in Brian's expression. The rage eased a fraction, and he released my neck abruptly.
"I thought you were actually planning to cheat on me."
"Turns out you're just jealous."
A sneer curled his lip as he looked down at me, condescending to his core.