(Evelyn's POV)
He never reached me.
The two officers by the doors intercepted him before he cleared the desk. One secured his raised arm; the other turned him against the mahogany edge and searched him for a weapon.
His cheek ended up beside the credit file he had not bothered to read.
Pinned against the desk, he started begging.
“Evelyn, please!” His anger vanished. “Chloe seduced me. She manipulated me and turned me against you. It was always you. I swear.”
I stayed in my chair and watched his reflection in the polished desk.
A month earlier, those tears might have stopped me. After the hospital, I could only watch him trade anger for tears.
“We can fix this,” he said. “We’re still married. Tear up the papers, give us the money, and I’ll get rid of her. We can be a team again.”
