“You’re sleeping with my wife.”
Grace’s eyes sharpened.
Declan leaned back.
“You should be very careful.”
“Or what?”
Grace spoke before Declan could.
“He isn’t sleeping with me.”
Ethan looked at her.
“Please.”
“I met Declan in person for the first time yesterday.”
“Sure.”
“At his office.”
“Convenient.”
“With six attorneys.”
Ethan scoffed.
Grace reached for her phone.
“Would you like the security footage?”
He went silent.
She put the phone down.
“The reason Declan is here is because Pierce Global holds enough of our senior debt to block Harbor Crown from forcing a distressed transfer.”
“Our?”
“Yes, Ethan.”
Grace looked around the conference room.
“Our.”
The word seemed to offend him.
She noticed.
That told her more than the affair ever could.
He had stopped thinking of anything as theirs.
The company.
The house.
The accounts.
The future.
Even the baby had become something he referred to as “your pregnancy” whenever it inconvenienced him.
