"You brought it up." Phei's voice cut clean through the outrage like a blade through silk. "You wanted to talk about what I offer. You wanted to call my women broken and desperate and starved.
"So, let's talk about why they're starved, Mr. Montgomery. Let's talk about the husbands who neglected them. The patriarchs who treat them like property. The men who were so busy building empires that they forgot to build anything worth coming home to. The men who traded their wives' happiness for a bigger office and a shinier title, then act shocked when someone else picks up the pieces."
He stood.
The movement was sudden enough that Jonathan's hand twitched toward—what? A weapon? A panic button? Old instincts from a life spent dealing with dangerous men, activated before his conscious mind could override them.
But Phei wasn't attacking. He was just standing. Looking down at the man who'd spent the last five minutes trying to humiliate everyone he loved.
