Adam glanced at the wall behind him and then at the cold, unreadable face of his wife. Her eyes were locked onto his with an intensity that made him feel like a schoolboy cornered in the headmistress's office.
He asked softly, "Melon? Are you going to hit me? Should I fear for my life?"
Melanie scoffed, almost offended by the question. Without breaking eye contact, she placed both hands flat against the wall on either side of him, closing the space between them, her arms caging him in.
"Do you have any idea how it felt," she began in a biting voice, "to discover that you were the Chairman of StormEdge in the middle of a board meeting? No warning, no clue, just… boom. I asked and Max was like here you go... And there you were sitting there saying things like 'This is about cleaning up.' ' what am I supposed to do with your sorry?' Like it was just another Tuesday. Like you hadn't been hiding the entire truth from me for so long.
