Seraphina rushed to stand in front of the table.
"Stop it, stop it! I apologize on Langdon's behalf," she pleaded.
She quickly grabbed my arm.
"Rylan, you know Langdon is young and hot-blooded. Don't take it personally. So what if he slapped you? It's not a big deal, let it go."
I looked at Seraphina scornfully. If you didn't know better, you'd think she was talking about her son, not her husband. Young? He's twenty-five, for crying out loud. How is that still a kid?
And "hot-blooded"? Where was all that passion when he faced AceHenchman? More like a bully who picks on the weak and cowers before the strong.
But I didn't want to waste my breath on her. She made her bed, now she can lie in it. I won't be looking out for her anymore.
From the moment we stepped into the police station and she could shamelessly accuse me of rape, I knew she had changed.