CHAPTER 30He had barely spoken to her on the ride home from the attorneys’ office. She tried to explain why she had said the things she had, but he refused to engage in the conversation and was content with allowing silence to settle between them. When she reached over to rub the scar on the back of his head, he jerked away from her touch. He had spent the last seventeen years of his life loving this woman, caring for this woman, making sure she had everything she needed, and now he wasn’t sure if he had ever known her. Were her material possessions that valuable to her? More valuable than he was to her? He placed his hand on his stomach, where resentment and hurt continued to coiled together, producing a burning ache in his gut. This was more than just her love for pretty, expensive thing
