"If you catered to my needs all the time, as you just said, then you wouldn't have told Arthur fucking Pettigrew about our bloody sham of a marriage!" She exploded, rising from her seat in a fit of frustration. "Were you that sick of pretending, Ben? You had to tell the least trustworthy person in existence?!"

Yes, Arthur was Ben's best friend, and, ordinarily, she wouldn't have been so blunt in her feelings towards the cad. However, having the truth spat at her like a barb meant he was capable of spreading that truth to anyone else who triggered it out of him. "Was it a punishment for my telling Lucy — who didn't even have the entire story, by the way. Not to mention she died. Or were you hoping he might drunkenly spread it about until your brothers freed you from me? All so you could bloody stop pretending! I mean, really, if that were the case why bother pretending at all?!"