Diana starts to speak, but I raise my hand. “Don’t. You have a habit of sleeping with married men, don’t you?”
“What?” Her face is grotesque in its shock.
This is the crap my husband left me for?
“Baby, Mia,” Aiden starts, but I silence him by flipping him off for the first time ever. Shock makes him freeze.
“Do you know that Diana’s husband kicked her out of their house because she was sleeping with his cousin, who’s married, and his wife was eight months pregnant then?”
Oh, the silence that went through the room was delicious. And the way they all looked at Diana?Priceless.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Diana hisses.
I grin. “I do. See, your ex’s sister has a kid in kindergarten, and she sort of spilled the beans. People talk to their kids’ teachers, what can I say!”
“This is disgusting.” Gianna shakes her head. “You were always low class; you don’t have to show it.”
“At least I have a job.” I turn on her, furious. “You got fired for incompetence.”
Her mouth drops open. My God, that felt good.
Patrick looks at his wife. “You got fired?”
“Three months ago,” I add, because this is more fun than I thought it could be.
“Aiden,” Nelson roars, “get your wife to shut the?—”
“Oh, Nelson, give it a rest. You’re the one who taught your sons about infidelity. Oh, and by the way, Gianna, you know what’sreallylow class? How your father’s mistress in Montreal is younger than you are.”
Nelson takes a step toward me, but Aiden inserts himself like I need his protection.Asshole!
“Her name is Kitty Anderson. She’s Swedish. Ex model. Current mistress.”
Nelson is fuming.
“Saw her with you six months ago when I was in Montreal with friends. And then, won’t you know it? She and I were on the flight back to Burlington. She told me everything about her Sugar Daddy.”
His face purples. “You self-righteous little?—”
“Nelson?” Edith’s voice is squeaky.
“Cut it out, Mia,” Tristan barks.
“And you shouldn’t be talking at all, dear brother-in-law.” I turn my attention to Betty, who has always gone out of her way to talk about my infertility. “He’s fucking Lulu.”
And then I turn to Aiden. “That’s why he doesn’t come to work. The kids are out at school. Betty is medicating her anxiety with champagne and Vicodin with herladies who lunchgroup, and he’s banging the French nanny. Can he be more of a cliché?”
Betty starts crying. Tristan is yelling at Aiden to get his bitch wife to shut up.
Edith is screaming at Nelson.
Diana is saying something that no one can hear. She’s not loud enough, and she’s whimpering a whole hell of a lot.
I let my eyes land on Aiden last.
He’s watching me, face pale, lips tight. This isn’t the controlled man who owns boardrooms and builds empires. This is a man watching the ground split beneath him.
“You divorce him, you won’t get a dime.” Nelson’s eyes are like Sauron’s, bitter, filled with fire.
