“Celine… I hate to scare you, but… is that Joren?”
A cold feeling hit me. Maybe it was instinct or the look on her face, but I knew what I’d see before I turned.
At a corner table, there was my husband with a young woman all over him. She was giggling as he whispered something in her ear.
I’d never dealt with anything like this, not even back in college. I never thought I’d be the type to cause a scene. But my feet moved on their own.
In a second, I was at their table, my voice shaking with anger. “Joren, are you for real right now?!”
He looked up, shocked for a moment. Then, to my horror, his face settled into a smug smile.
