“I moved the bassinet.”
“You refused to return it.”
“For ten seconds.”
“It does not matter.”
He looked at me again.
“Genevieve.”
I held Hazel closer.
“Please leave.”
He stared at me.
I could see him trying to find the version of me he understood.
The forgiving wife.
The calm wife.
The woman who solved every problem.
The woman who hated scenes.
The woman who always considered reputation.
He did not realize that woman was gone.
Or maybe she had never existed the way he imagined.
I had tolerated inconvenience.
I had tolerated disappointment.
I had tolerated arrogance.
I had never tolerated cruelty.
Especially not toward my child.
Julian stepped toward the bed.
Security blocked him.
His jaw tightened.
Then Sarah moved between us.
“Anything else you need to communicate to my client goes through me.”
“She’s my wife.”
“For now.”
His face went completely still.
Sarah handed him a business card.
