Your divorce papers. Her face went completely still. I filed this morning. Nobody moved, I continued. And before you ask, I already know about the hotel.
Angela's mouth opened, but nothing came out. I pushed the folder toward her. Happy birthday, Angela. Angela didn't touch the folder. She stared at it like it had appeared there by accident.
Then she looked at me. You filed for divorce? Yes. You actually did this? I did.
Her voice dropped. Tom, we were supposed to talk about this. We did. No, we didn't. You asked me for another man.
That isn't the same thing. It is when you already booked a hotel with him. Jacob stepped forward. Angela, I think I should leave. She turned on him.
Don't you dare walk out. Jacob looked at me. "I didn't know you were filing for divorce." I nodded. "I believe you."
Angela stared at him. What does that mean? It means he isn't the problem anymore. Jacob looked uncomfortable. "I told you I wasn't comfortable with this."
Angela's face hardened. You agreed to the hotel. "I agreed to meet you. I didn't agree to this." That was the first time I saw Angela lose control.
She grabbed the folder and opened it. You're trying to destroy me. No. You've been planning this behind my back. Yes.
Her eyes lifted. So, you admit it? I prepared because I knew what was coming. She looked around the room. Everyone was watching now.
Her mother stood near the wall, silent. Her father wouldn't look at her. Angela lowered her voice. Can we talk privately? There's nothing private left.
Tom, please. I shook my head. You wanted this in front of people. I didn't think you'd actually divorce me. That's the problem.
She stepped closer. I thought you loved me. I did. Then why are you doing this? Because loving you doesn't require me to accept everything you want.
Her eyes filled with anger. You could have stopped me. I shouldn't have to stop my wife from sleeping with someone else. She had no answer. Jacob quietly picked up his coat.
Angela turned toward him. You're leaving? He looked at her. This isn't what you told me it would be. Then he walked out.
The room became even quieter. Angela looked back at me. Was this your plan? My plan was simple. You made your choice.
I made mine. She shook her head. "You think you're better than me now?" "No." I picked up my jacket.
"I think we're finished." Her voice cracked. Where are you going? Home. She stared at me.