Savannah's POV
The silence at dinner felt suffocating.
Every clink of silverware against porcelain seemed amplified in the tense atmosphere. Even swallowing became a conscious effort that echoed through the dining room like thunder.
None of it fazed me.
My husband sat across from me, brooding like a petulant child while emptying wine glass after wine glass. His dramatic display of sulking was expected.
I couldn't help the way my lips curved upward, watching his misery deepen with each passing minute. My obvious amusement only darkened his already stormy mood.
Jonathan slammed his empty glass down with unnecessary force.
The hollow sound matched the vacant look in his eyes perfectly.
"You're actually enjoying this, aren't you? Getting off on the idea of being with some random guy?"
"Absolutely. You might want to invest in some quality earplugs tonight. I plan to be very vocal about my satisfaction."
