But within minutes, his attention shifted entirely toward my wife.
He complimented her appearance, asked what jewelry she liked, and suggested she visit one of his properties in Europe.
Jessica laughed awkwardly.
“That sounds lovely, but I’m here with my husband.”
Richard smiled.
“Of course. I just think a woman like you deserves extraordinary experiences.”
I didn’t like his tone.
The next morning, someone delivered an expensive bottle of champagne to our room.
The card read, “For Jessica. Beautiful women deserve beautiful things. Richard.”
Jessica shook her head.
“That’s a bit too much.”
I wanted to send it back, but she convinced me not to make a scene.
Later, Richard approached us near the pool and invited Jessica onto his yacht.
Not us. Jessica.
“I could show you the coastline,” he told her.
“Thanks, but we’re spending the day together,” she replied.
Richard glanced at me.
“Naturally.”
That evening, I finally lost my temper.
