Lila Stevens: shaking her head Can you believe it? A slice of ricotta pie, of all things, exposed his affair!
That's rough, Lila. You always said you didn't like cats...so why name your son after one?
rolls her eyes dramatically Because, Foster, I'm a complex human being with a twisted sense of humor! Not everything is as simple as it seems.
Yeah, your humor is as twisted as a pretzel. So what's your next move, detective queen?
taps her foot impatiently My next move? Well, Foster, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.
leans in closer, lowering her voice I've hired a private investigator to dig into his past.
leans back, crossing her arms And not just any private investigator, mind you.
smirks I've hired Rocco, the best damn PI in town. He owes me a favor or two. Together, we're going to uncover every dirty little secret he's hiding.
Hell yeah! I love that tenacity! Let's see what Rocco can do.
stands up abruptly, grabbing her bag And guess what? I've also got a plan to confront him, make him confess his lies right to my face!
grinning mischievously Oh, Foster, you know me so well! I'm going to invite him over for dinner, make him think it's some kind of peace offering.
raises an eyebrow, smirking What's in it for me? Oh, just a little surprise, my dear. A surprise he won't see coming.
grabs Foster's hand and pulls them closer I've arranged for Rocco to be hiding in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to reveal himself.
You're hell-bent on seeing him pay, aren't ya?
During dinner, Lila Stevens's plan to confront her husband backfires, leading to an explosive argument where secrets are revealed and relationships are forever altered.
Damn, Lila. I hope this doesn't blow up in our faces.
paces back and forth, her voice dripping with sarcasm Blow up in our faces? Please, Foster, I've got this whole thing under control.
stops pacing, glares at Foster Of course, I have it under control!
lets out an exasperated sigh Look, Foster, I've spent weeks planning every detail of this confrontation.