"Why were you having dinner together, but your husband wasn't there? If he'd been by your side, none of this would've happened." Ethan's gaze bore into Emma, his voice relentless.
"He was late because of something important. Can't he be?" Emma's irritation flared at Ethan's tone. She drew in a sharp breath, her voice tinged with frustration. "I thought you weren't the type to poke around in other people's personal lives."
"Personal life?" Ethan let out a low, bitter laugh, his voice dropping. "If I hadn't shown up in time, you wouldn't be here to talk about privacy."
His words cut through the room, and the tension between them thickened.
The fact that Emma was brushing off what had happened only fueled his anger. Did she honestly believe her husband wasn't at fault? The same husband wh
