I pulled up the recording I'd kept pinned at the top of my phone. My eyes burned red as I tapped play and held it up in front of him.
His voice filled the room.
"I, Max Matthews, swear to God that I will marry no one but Madeline Henson in this lifetime. I will be faithful to her, without regret."
"If I ever break this vow, may lightning strike me down."
In the past, whenever he'd messed up or we'd had a fight, all I had to do was pull out this recording and he'd cave. He'd apologize in no time.
But now, the only thing in his eyes was disgust.
"That recording is ancient history. You're seriously digging that up? Don't you ever get tired of yourself?"
"Three years of long distance. What makes you think you can demand I stay faithful to you?"
"Compared to you, every girl out there is more fun and more lovable."
"Madeline, don't make me despise you even more. Don't push this to divorce."
I stared at the impatience in his eyes, and it felt like a thousand needles driving into my chest.
All these years I'd been with Max, my parents had adored him.
Good family background. Decent looks. Strong work ethic. A degree from a top university.