Just never touch me again.” “Why?” he asks, genuinely interested. “Forgive my honesty—not many people use it these days—but it’s not like you betrayed Paul. He is currently six feet under, in an advanced stage of decomposition—” “Arsène!” I roar, stopping in place again. “—after cheating on you, for the vast majority of your short marriage.” He ignores my outrage, soldiering through.
