Flat.
Unrecognizable even to me.
His grip tightened again instantly.
“Like hell it isn’t,” he snapped. “We’re married.”
Married.
Now he remembered.
Now it mattered.
I twisted out of his hold, stepping back…
And pain exploded through my ankle.
Sharp.
Immediate.
Unforgiving.
My breath caught.
But I didn’t let it show.
Didn’t let him see.
I turned.
Started toward the stairs.
Each step uneven.
Each movement heavier than the last.
“Won’t be for long,” he said behind me.
I stopped.
Just for a second.
Then kept walking.
Now he wanted to act like a husband?
Where had that been… all this time?
“Do you really have to act like this?” he continued, irritation sharpening his tone. “Ethan trusted me with Sophie. Taking care of her is the least I can do.”
I almost turned back.
