Luxury Isn’t for Homewreckers. Love Isn’t for Cheaters - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

After dinner, we had the good sense to make our exit early, letting the younger staff really cut loose and enjoy their night.
The second I slid into Leo's car, I noticed someone had messed with my passenger seat settings.
There were cutesy anime girl stickers stuck all over the sun visor.
Nobody else would dare treat Leo Hartwell like their personal driver, and sure as hell nobody would be stupid enough to set the passenger seat.
No one except her.
Anger just shot through me like lightning.
As much as I hated to admit it, this? This hit harder than that damn dress.
Even when I found out Leo had given my dress to Roxy, I was mainly just bummed about losing the dress.
But this? Her marking her territory in my space? That was straight-up disrespectful.
Five years of marriage, and I'd never been this mad.
I wanted to smack Leo right across the face, kick his ass out of the car, and drive straight over to slap Roxy hardly.
Just as I was about to tear into him, his phone buzzed.
Leo, completely clueless about how pissed I was, casually picked up Roxy's call.
I started aggressively adjusting my seat while listening to him go.
"Yeah, okay, don't freak out. I'm on my way."
My hands stopped dead. I slowly turned to stare at him.
Leo's brow furrowed a bit.
"Roxy's at the store trying to return the dress, but she doesn't have the receipt. I gotta go handle it."
"Noelle, I'll call our driver to come get you. Just head home, alright?"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Seriously? You're gonna bail on me for this bullshit?"
"Come on, Noelle, Don’t put me in a tough spot, okay? The kid's got feelings. After tonight, she's been crying her eyes out and just wants to return the damn dress."
"Oh, she's got feelings? Or is she just trying to mess with me right in front of you? Can't she handle her own shit?"
Leo pinched the bridge of his nose and let out this exhausted sigh.
"Noelle, what's the deal with picking on some new hire?"
"Since when did you turn into such a mean girl? You're not usually like this."
All that rage just... died. What hit me instead was this crushing disappointment.
Suddenly the whole thing seemed ridiculous.
"I'm the mean girl?"
"Leo Hartwell, you have never—and I mean never—stuck up for another woman in front of me. Not even your own mother. This is literally the first time!"
Leo looked genuinely confused.
“We made a deal when we got married,” I reminded him. “You don’t chase after skirts. I don’t drown myself in nightclubs. It was a pact—for your family’s image and mine.”
Leo's eyes went ice-cold.
He thought about it for way too long, then still called our driver.
Finally, he leaned over to undo my seatbelt, using that annoyingly calm voice.
"Noelle, you're always so... controlling. We're supposed to be husband and wife, not just business partners. Outside of work, could you maybe... I don't know, be like other wives? Just lean on me a little, go with the flow sometimes?"
"After I deal with Roxy's thing, I will back to Boston tonight. “We both need time to cool off.”
Oh, I got it now.
So he was just dying to play knight in shining armor for some other chick.
But he used to tell me he loved exactly this about me—my decisiveness, my refusal to back down.
Guess he just got bored.