Jim’s face turned blue, then pale, then red—like a multicolored sunset painted across the sky.

“Babe, can we talk about it at home? Please don’t make a scene here. And what good does it do you to ruin my reputation like this?”

He spoke softly into my ear, but the volume was just right for the bystanders to hear every word.

Damn it, Jim really was shameless.

If I could, I’d give him the Global Award for Best Actor in the Role of a Model Husband. I wanted to embarrass him—to make him so humiliated that he’d never lift his head again. But I didn’t expect him to handle it...