The reality was that there were no "eighteen years of love." He'd already set up a new company on the side: Calloway-Prescott Corp.
Back then, I'd been moved to tears, foolishly convinced that somewhere deep down, Dominic still cared about me.
Two months later, I discovered the truth. The company he'd so generously "given" me had already been leveraged to the hilt with the bank, buried under mountains of unpaid debt to every major partner they'd ever worked with.
What awaited me wasn't a gift. It was bankruptcy. And it dragged the entire Henson family down with it.
I blinked back the tears that came from holding in the laugh too long, picked up the contract, read it once, read it again, then slammed it into Dominic's face.
"Dominic, I wouldn't touch your family's pile of garbage with a ten-foot pole. Save it for your little mistress."
Dominic's expression shifted. He was silent for three seconds before mustering a helpless smile.
"Alright, I know you're still upset about Fiona. I promise I won't get involved with her anymore, okay?"
"I've already helped her enough. She could never be more important than my wife. I'm not going to let some outsider drive you away."
He reached for my waist and pressed a kiss to my cheek.
I stared at him, stunned. I'd never known he could grovel like this for a woman.
Two lifetimes of suffering. Two lifetimes of giving him everything I had. And what did it amount to?
A sacrifice on the altar of their love? Something I deserved?
The fury tore through me before I could stop it. My hand flew up and cracked across his face with every ounce of rage I had.
"Dominic, are you really going to keep up this act?"
He froze where he stood. Disbelief warred with barely contained fury across his face.
He hadn't expected this. He'd lowered himself, conceded, played the repentant husband, and I still hadn't melted into forgiveness, still hadn't kissed him with grateful relief.
His throat worked. The angry words were right there, ready to detonate.
I didn't give him the chance. I turned and pulled the door open.
The lawyers, the police, and several company shareholders were already standing in the hallway.
"You shouldn't be thinking about how to swindle me right now, Dominic."
"You should be thinking about how you're going to explain to them how you hollowed out the company to bankroll a new venture with your little mistress."
