Re: Under the Gazebo
Adam staggered back at her reaction, his drink loosening from his grip before falling to the ground in a shattered mess below him. You didn't make a mistake. Pym told him suddenly, firmly. Those pictures weren't on the same level as slapping his wife across her face, but they were still hurtful to the one thing that Adam considered fragile. "I saw the pictures, MK. Those women out there couldn't wait to tell me." There was an inch of confidence that wasn't his. Pym said he'd stay out of it, but keeping with this girl would ruin any chance of recovery. Of seeing his Janet.
"How could you do that to me?" Adam's voice wavered, interrupting her before she could answer. "Don't care if it's not what it looks like. Still hurts. Shouldn't have thought you could stay with just me."