She looked up.
“Do not let Marjorie convince you that your value begins and ends with that baby.”
Her face crumpled.
I left before either of us could say more.
Grant was waiting outside my hotel again that evening.
This time, he looked angry.
“You met with Aubrey.”
It was not a question.
“She contacted me.”
“You had no right to involve her in our divorce.”
“You involved her in our marriage.”
“She is unstable after the delivery.”
“Stop diagnosing women who disagree with you.”
“She gave you private messages.”
“They were messages about me.”
“You are building a case.”
“I am documenting the truth.”
He stepped closer.
“Do you understand what this could do to my reputation?”
At last, the real fear.
Not losing me.
Not losing either child.
