"Iris, did you sleep well? I had the housekeeper make your favorite breakfast."

I tilted my head away, my expression calm and still.

"Everard, let's get a divorce."

The smile on his face froze instantly. A flicker of panic darted through his eyes.

"Iris, what are you talking about? Are you feeling unwell again?"

I pulled out my phone without a trace of emotion on my face.

I held the screen up for him to see.

"Madge sent these last night."

Then I pressed play on the voice messages.

Madge's taunting, triumphant voice filled the room.

"Iris, aren't you supposed to be depressed? How come you haven't offed yourself yet?"

"So what if you came home? Last night, your husband and I had ourselves a nice, passionate little session right in front of you."

"You probably thought he actually hated me when he threw that wine on me at your birthday party, didn't you?"

"What you don't know is that he spent the whole night in my bed afterward, coaxing me back into a good mood."

"He dropped tens of thousands on handbags and necklaces for me before I even started to calm down."

"He even got on his knees and wrote me an apology letter."

"Said he only did it to earn your trust. That he had no choice. That it nearly broke his heart to treat me that way."

With every sentence, another shade of color drained from Everard's face.

He lunged at me, his expression dark as a storm, trying to snatch the phone from my hand. When he couldn't get it, he dropped to his knees in front of me.

"It's all lies."

"It's Madge. It has to be Madge! She can't stand seeing us happy, so she's making things up to turn you against me."

"Iris, you know how much I've loved you all these years."

"I know you two have never gotten along. When have I ever been anything but cold to her? Don't let her get inside your head..."

Watching that earnest, heartfelt performance, I let out a scoff.

"Everard, I never realized what a talented actor you were."

If I hadn't forced myself to throw up that glass of juice in the bathroom last night, I might never have seen what Everard looked like on that couch with another woman, completely shameless and unrestrained.

"You don't think that's enough evidence? Fine."

I opened my photo gallery and showed him the whole sordid show I'd captured the night before.

"You went through three condoms. The whole thing lasted two hours. So tell me, Everard, what do you have to say for yourself?"