"I..."
"Then you waltz in there and cause a scene all on your own. I thought only of you, but did you once think of me?"
"Of..."
I cut across him.
"Did you think how embarrassed I'd be if everything became public?"
His eyes are haunted as if he's only now realising the consequences of his actions.
"Did you think about Jack? Or yourself? All your hard work preparing for tonight?" My voice rises, and hitches in my throat. "Did you think about anything at all, except for your anger?"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry? You're sorry? If anyone had a right to hit him it was me and all I thought about was you. Even now all I'm thinking about is you."
He steps towards me, but I pull back. I've started now I need to say it all.
"Have you even considered how many reporters there were there?" Tears are flooding down my face, stinging as they go. "Or that you might be charged with assault?"