Bernard POV
I felt my face burning with shame as we walked out of the restaurant. Every single person in that place had been staring at us, recording with their phones, and I knew by tomorrow morning the videos would be all over social media. The humiliation was eating me alive from the inside out.
The valet brought my beat-up Honda around, and I could see him trying not to laugh as we climbed into the cheap car. After sitting in that fancy restaurant surrounded by Mercedes and BMWs, my old Honda looked like a piece of junk. Everything about tonight had been designed to make me look small and pathetic.
"This is all your fault," my mother said from the passenger seat as I pulled out of the parking lot. "If you had controlled your wife properly from the beginning, none of this would have
