Medically unable to fulfill your demand.

The words echoed off the ceiling like a gunshot.

Twenty guests’ heads swiveled from Jason, to the caterers, and finally to me. The mask of the perfect, loving husband was being stripped away, leaving nothing but the tyrant exposed under the lights.

Jason’s boss looked physically revolted and lowered his drink. Linda looked ready to faint, her hand flying to her pearls.

Jason’s shock finally burned off into the explosive rage I knew too well. He threw the papers on the floor and charged at me, fists clenched, forgetting he had an audience.

“You humiliating, ungrateful—!” he screamed, his face mottled purple. “You can’t do this! You’re ruining my life in front of my firm! We could have handled this privately!”