SLOANE
"Get in the car."
Garrett's voice cut through the chaos in my head, sharp and commanding. The same tone he used to use when he wanted me to fold, to obey, to be the good little wife who never questioned anything.
"Get your s**t with your son," he continued, standing in my doorway like he belonged there. Like he had every right to barge into my life after everything. "Sloane, get in the car, pack your things, and let's go."
I stared at him because for a moment, I couldn't believe this was real. Couldn't believe he actually thought I'd just pack up and follow him after what he'd done.
"I'm not going anywhere," I said, and my voice came out calmer than I felt.
Garrett's jaw tightened. "Sloane, don't be difficult—"
"We're divorced," I interrupted, taking a step forward. My hand
