He pushed me off his lap, and I tumbled onto the musky, coarse Berber carpet.
“You cold, defiant w***e,” he spat out. “There’s the woman that thinks she’s smarter, tougher than a man. There’s the woman that thinks she deserves something while she makes a man like Patrick beg for help.”
I eased to my side. “He cheated on me,” I said to him again.
“You keep saying that as if that’s an excuse. It’s not,” he said morosely. “You’re to blame. He didn’t want to divorce you, but you forced him. You emasculated Patrick by taking almost all the money and contacts you knew he needed for his re-election, and then tried to ruin him by embarrassing him with two men. All you w****s are the same. You take until you get what you want and then you think you can walk away. Well, you won’t. I’ll make sure
