She stared at me.
I continued.
“Earlier tonight, you asked if I was really so insecure that I needed to sit beside my own husband at his birthday dinner.”
Her jaw tightened.
“So I decided I should stop being insecure and start getting informed.”
Mark laughed bitterly.
“This is insane.”
“No. Insane was spending seven months trying to become the perfect wife for a man who kept comparing me to his ex.”
“You’re twisting things.”
“Claire always warmed the plates.”
Mark froze.
“Claire never bought that brand.”
Rachel turned toward him.
“You actually said things like that?”
I kept going.
“Claire organized the pantry better.”
Mark dragged both hands over his face.
“For God’s sake.”
“Claire kept the bathroom cleaner.”
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“Enough.”
“Claire knew
exactly how you liked your shirts folded.”
“I said enough!”
“And tonight…”
I leaned toward him.
“You told your pregnant wife, in front of a house full of guests, that your ex-wife had managed the household better than she did.”
Mark looked around the table.
For the first time, he appeared to realize that nobody was supporting him.
So he did what people like Mark always seem to do when the truth stops being convenient.
He changed the subject.
“You humiliated me on my birthday.”
I stared at him.
And then I laughed.
I honestly couldn’t help myself.
The audacity was almost impressive.
