Ben's laughter infuriated Melody, moreso than she'd been even a minute prior. She was aware of Arthur's hatred just as he was aware of her own. But, why make the comments he made then? Why accuse her of not acting like a loving wife when her and Ben had put up a reasonably solid display of affection all along?

Her hand lifted her glass on its own accord, flinging the contents of her wine on him. "He knows, Ben," Melody scowled. "He can fucking hate me all he wants, you can never love me, whatever. It makes no fucking difference, that's nothing new to me. Arthur knows, he might as well have said as much when I was trying to fucking help him the other night."