Silence.
Adrian stood frozen in the doorway, his bare chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. His jaw clenched, but his expression remained unreadable.
I held up his phone, my grip firm. I wanted him to see it. To see the betrayal on full display.
“Well?” I prompted, my voice sharp. “How many?”
He exhaled through his nose, stepping further inside. “It’s not what you think.”
A bitter laugh escaped me. “Oh, really? Because from where I’m standing, it looks exactly like what I think.” I lifted the phone, reading aloud in mock sweetness. “‘I love the way you touch me, Adrian. Can’t wait until our next appointment.’” I let out a scoff. “Tell me, what kind of treatment were you giving her? s*x treatment?”
He ran a hand over his face. “It’s complicated.”
“No, it’s not,” I sna
