"Enough already. You hit me, fine. But it's been two days. Why are you still holding a grudge?"
"Are you mad because I didn't come home that night? What was I supposed to do? Rebecca's my employee. You think I could just leave her alone at the hospital?"
"Besides, she sprained her ankle because of you. She's not even mad at you, so can you just drop it?"
I slapped him across the face as hard as I could.
"She's mad at me? What right does she have to be mad at me? Get out. Now."
"Her ankle is my fault? Did I push her?"
"Mick, if you think the last ten years between us meant anything at all, you'll get out of my sight right now."
The slap caught him completely off guard. He was about to fire back, but then he looked up and saw my face, and the fight drained out of him.
"Maddie, that was wrong of me. I shouldn't have said that. Don't be angry."
"I'm going, I'm going. Don't make yourself sick over this. If you want to stay at the hotel, stay. Just call me when you've calmed down."
"Take care of yourself. Make sure you eat..."
I shoved him out the door and slammed it shut, cutting off whatever he hadn't finished saying.
I thought I'd get at least a couple of days of peace.
But that evening, when I stepped out of the hotel to grab dinner, Mick and Rebecca were standing right in front of me.
The moment she saw me, Rebecca grabbed my hand.
"Madeline, please stop being angry at Mick. Go home with him."
"I already told him off. My sprained ankle was my own fault for being careless. How could he blame you for that?"
"Please don't be upset anymore. If you keep being angry, I really won't know what to do with myself."
Her words sounded like an apology, but every sentence was designed to broadcast how close she and Mick really were.
When I didn't respond, irritation crept across Mick's face.
"Are you really going to keep this up? The second Rebecca heard you hadn't come home, she rushed over to apologize. Why are you still acting so above it all?"
"She's the one who came home late that night. She's the one who sprained her ankle. And somehow you're the one who's upset."
"Even if you're still angry, we've both apologized now. That should be enough."
I didn't look at Rebecca. My gaze was fixed on Mick's face.
"Have you been home at all these past three days?"
He froze. A flicker of panic crossed his expression before he cleared his throat and raised his voice.
"Rebecca was discharged the next day and went home. Where else would I be?"
"If I hadn't gone home, how would I know you haven't been there for days?"
"Madeline, can you stop being so paranoid? I'm exhausted every single day. Do I really need to deal with your irrational moods on top of everything else?"
Listening to him, all I wanted to do was laugh.
Even now, he was still lying.
The divorce papers were sitting on the coffee table in the living room. If he'd gone home, there was no way he could have missed them.
Which meant Mick hadn't set foot in that house in three days.
The realization sharpened my gaze, and that was when I noticed it: a red mark on Rebecca's neck. A hickey, unmistakable, just above her collar.
