"Did you hear me? I called you a f×cking jerk!"
"Oh, I heard you. I'll treat that when we see!" His voice had an edge that made me hot for some reason.
"For now, I just thought you'd want to know who was taking our photos and why."
"I wanna know why you ran away?" I snapped.
"First tell me why you went out with your ex! You danced with him and let him..."
I heard his intake of breath. I could picture him tightening his lips biting back the words. I wanted to shake him, to beat my fist on his chest for how awful he made me feel these last few days. Then he spoke again. His voice was so low, yet it pierced my heart like the sharp point of a needle.
"That was wrong, Jane. Letting him touch you. That was... wrong! And I know it wasn't before you met me. We were married when you did tha
