I didn't take it. But Adela seemed to know I was right there.

"Roberta, since he's chosen to stay with his family, I'm begging you—please treat him well. He works so hard out there, dealing with so much stress. It's not any easier for him than it is for you."

"He doesn't like spicy food. He loves sweet drinks, especially mango pomelo sago. Don't let him have too much cold stuff in the summer—his stomach can't handle it."

"Oh, and I bought him a massage pillow. His neck and shoulders bother him. Remember to use it on him when you have time. Also, he's at a critical point in his career right now, and you just had the baby not too long ago. If you two are going to be intimate, be careful—don't get pregnant again and distract him. Make sure he uses protection..."

I let out a cold laugh. "Are you done?"

"God, you really have no shame, do you? Sticking your nose in from a thousand miles away! Since you can't let him go, how about I gift-wrap him and deliver him to your bed tomorrow? Perfect timing—you can swap out your groom!"

"After all, a shameless homewrecker like you doesn't care what people think, right? Why don't we let everyone see what you really—"

Kevin snatched the phone away. "Shut up! What the hell is wrong with you?"

I glared at him with pure hatred. "She can do it, so I can say it. You two are pathetic—a cheating bastard and his whore. And you have the nerve to coo at each other right in front of me."

Through the phone came Adela's soft, trembling sobs. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset your wife."

Kevin's face darkened. "Roberta. Apologize."

Every last shred of reason I had left went up in flames.

I was right back in that hotel room, catching them in the act. I lunged at him, fists pounding his chest, nails raking his face. "Go to hell! Kevin, are you even human? You and that whore deserve to rot! Both of you!"

Kevin shielded his face and shoved me back, seething. "Roberta, are you deaf? Didn't you hear me say goodbye to her just now? Keep acting crazy and I swear I'll fly to Harbor City tonight!"

By the time he spat out that last sentence, I saw it—a flicker of anticipation in his eyes. He wanted to go to Adela.

But he still had to play the martyr. The reasonable man making sacrifices.

Which made me the villain. The psycho who'd driven him to this.