The crowd faded around us.
How many times had I wanted him to say my name like that? Like I mattered. Like I could still wound him. Like losing me would cost him something more than money.
But grief is not love.
Fear is not remorse.
And desperation is not apology.
“You should have asked me for a divorce,” I said. “I would have given it to you.”
He blinked.
“That’s the worst part, Evan. You could have walked away with dignity. You could have left with enough money to begin again. I would have hated you, but I would have survived.”
His mouth tightened.
“But you didn’t want freedom,” I said. “You wanted everything.”
The guards stopped a few feet behind him.
Madison wiped her cheeks and stepped away as if she could separate herself from the wreckage by inches.
Evan looked from me to Daniel to the guests.
Then he smiled.
It was small.
Ugly.
And entirely wrong for a defeated man.
“You think you’ve won,” he said.
Daniel stiffened beside me.
I felt it too.
A shift.
The air changed.
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