(Author's POV)
Zachary was through the door before Tiffany had set down her phone.
"Where did you hear it?" he demanded. "Who told you I was keeping another woman?"
Tiffany didn't move from where she stood.
"You've been home for thirty seconds and you're already shouting." Her voice was flat. "That's interesting."
"Answer the question." He stepped closer. "Seventeen years. Seventeen years of staying home, and this is what you do with your time - chasing rumors, embarrassing yourself, dragging our son into it-"
"A rumor." She cut him off. "You're calling it a rumor."
"That's what it is."
"Then whose voice is on that recording, Zachary?" She looked at him steadily. "Because it sounds exactly like yours. Your offer. Your words. So don't walk in here and make this about my brain."
His
