"They way you act with that husband of yours. As if you're teenagers in love." It was disgusting. She was a grown woman, and he was very, very jealous of the fact she was getting along with him. It was in the bite in his voice. The more he witnessed it, the more he was going to destroy it for his own happiness.
"This woman you've become, you're not Amphitrite." She wasn't the woman he wanted her to be and that's what was killing him. He swished his wine around in the glass. He was realizing that he had to relearn who she was and he wasn't too keen on that idea.