Salome’s POV
“You were looking at him like you still belonged to him,” Barnabas growled, the legs of his chair scraping harshly against the linoleum floor as he stood.
I didn't flinch. I just stared at the ceiling of the hospital room, my voice flat. “Lower your voice and get out.”
The room went silent. Barnabas looked like I’d slapped him. He opened his mouth, probably to demand an explanation or start another round of accusations, but I didn't give him the chance. I reached out and pressed the red nurse call button with a steady finger.
“I am serious, Barnabas. Go clear your head somewhere else,” I said, looking him right in the eye. “You aren't my husband anymore. You don't get to have an opinion on who I look at.”
He looked like he wanted to argue, but the sight of the glowing cal
