If I hadn't forced myself to throw up that glass of juice in the bathroom last night, I might never have seen what Everard looked like on that couch with another woman, completely shameless and unrestrained.
"You don't think that's enough evidence? Fine."
I opened my photo gallery and showed him the whole sordid show I'd captured the night before.
"You went through three condoms. The whole thing lasted two hours. So tell me, Everard, what do you have to say for yourself?"
With the evidence staring him right in the face, Everard finally dropped the act.
He was silent for a long time. Then his voice turned cold and threatening.
"Iris, are you sure you really want a divorce? Every cent of Delgado money you've spent in these three years of marriage, you'll pay back."
"Otherwise, you're not walking out that door."
I was shaking with rage.
"Everard, have you lost every shred of decency?"
"This company was founded with my mother's money while she was still alive. Thirty million dollars in startup capital, every last cent from the Pruitt family!"