"What are you so worried about? That glass of juice you handed Iris yourself? I slipped sleeping pills into it."
Everard exhaled in relief. He gripped the back of her head and kissed her.
"Clever girl."
The two of them wrapped around each other, lost in their tender little affair.
The next morning, Everard came back to the bedroom. When he saw I was already awake, he immediately put on a gentle smile and reached out to stroke my hair.
"Iris, did you sleep well? I had the housekeeper make your favorite breakfast."
I tilted my head away, my expression calm and still.
"Everard, let's get a divorce."
The smile on his face froze instantly. A flicker of panic darted through his eyes.
"Iris, what are you talking about? Are you feeling unwell again?"
I pulled out my phone without a trace of emotion on my face.
I held the screen up for him to see.
"Madge sent these last night."
Then I pressed play on the voice messages.
Madge's taunting, triumphant voice filled the room.
"Iris, aren't you supposed to be depressed? How come you haven't offed yourself yet?"
"So what if you came home? Last night, your husband and I had ourselves a nice, passionate little session right in front of you."