That scarf. I'd given it to her for her birthday. Her name was embroidered on it in thread I'd stitched myself.
Now those two letters were soaking through with Job's blood.
"We're leaving."
She draped her arm around Job's shoulder and walked out without looking back.
The rest of the group scrambled for excuses and scattered just as fast, practically tripping over each other on the way out.
The private dining room fell silent. Just me and the wreckage.
A waiter knocked and poked his head in. "Sir, would you like to settle the bill?"
I fished a card out of my wallet. "Go ahead."
He swiped it and frowned. "I'm sorry, sir. This card has insufficient funds."
I handed him another. Same result.
Seven cards. Every single one declined.
Fiona had frozen all of them.
The waiter stood there watching me. "Sir, do you have any other way to pay?"
I tried calling my buddy, but he didn't pick up. Didn't answer my texts either.
The two of us just stood there in painful silence.
"I'll pay. I promise you, I'll pay."
The waiter had already lost patience. He grabbed his walkie-talkie.
"Manager Gray, we've got a dine-and-dasher here."
Antony Gray arrived with a police officer in tow.
"Sir, you'll need to come with us."
I tried to explain, but to them it was nothing but excuses.
They took me to the station to file a report. That was when my buddy finally called back. Twenty minutes later he showed up, settled the bill on my behalf, and I was free to go.
I paused outside the station doors and looked back at the building. A laugh escaped me before I could stop it.
The sole heir to Henson Enterprises, hauled into a police station because he couldn't pay a dinner tab.
If word got out, people would laugh themselves sick.
All this time, my ambition had been simple: be a good husband. Support Fiona. Play the dutiful partner while she built her empire as the powerful businesswoman she wanted to be.
I never imagined that after I lifted her to the top, the first person she'd cut down would be me.
I'd made the wrong choice from the very beginning.
When I got home, a pair of men's dress shoes sat by the front door.
The same pair Job had been wearing tonight.
Fiona heard me come in and stepped out of the bedroom. Our eyes met.
I didn't say a word. I pushed past her and walked straight into the bedroom.