I am full-blown, panicking, head racing at how to undo this, but he stands holding his black toothbrush and glares right back at me. Fighting mood engaged, and I know I will get limited sense out of him when stubborn arsehole mode is activated.

“You do realise I was as drunk as you; I can just handle it a little better. I didn’t take advantage of anyone, and I sure as hell didn’t betray your trust. It’s fucking marriage, Cam, without a prenup. I have way more to lose than you ...