She knew. She knew the thing that cut deepest—being swapped at birth, growing up in misery, abandoned by my real family, scorned by the world.
And she brought it up every chance she got.
Melvin Gilbert stepped forward with a smirk. "Victor, you know what they say—a man should have his life together by thirty. You're well past that, and the only reason you have a respectable job is because of Greta. Divorce her, and you'll have nothing."
Greta's expression shifted instantly. She smiled and looped her arm through mine, all sweetness. "Honey, Melvin's right. Don't throw everything away over a moment of pride. We've been married nine years—you know how I feel about you."
"Every decision at the company, big or small, I've handed to you. Every document you sign goes straight to finance for payment. Every product launch, every press conference—you're the one who speaks on my behalf."
"How can you not see what that means?"
Her voice softened. She swayed my arm gently. "All I'm asking is for Melvin to pretend to be my husband for one trip home a year. If it really bothers you that much, I'll bring you next time. I'll tell everyone the truth—that nine years ago, I didn't marry the well-bred Melvin Gilbert. I married Victor Gilbert, the boy from the countryside."
"Even if the whole world laughs at me. Even if my parents break my legs. I will never give up on you."
She held up her hand like she was swearing an oath, her face the picture of sincerity.
If I hadn't heard this exact speech for nine years running, I might have believed her.
But this time, I didn't feel the old ache for her. I didn't worry about hurting her feelings. Instead, I smiled and nodded.
"Sure."
Greta blinked. "What?"
Her jaw practically hit the floor. "You actually want to come home with me? Don't you care that my parents might break my legs?"
I gave her a smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Of course I care. But a quick cut heals faster than a slow bleed. We can't hide in the shadows forever, can we?"
"Besides, if I remember right, your grandfather's eightieth birthday celebration is the day after tomorrow. No time like the present. We'll bring a generous gift, say all the right things. I doubt the old man would raise a hand against someone who came bearing smiles on his big day."
The moment the words left my mouth, Greta's expression turned ugly. She didn't speak for a long time.