Darlene fetched a first-aid kit to dress his wounds. She dabbed disinfectant fluid on his swollen cheek, her touch soft. "Does it hurt?"
The sight made Zachary dizzy.
The last time he'd been badly injured, Darlene had bandaged him up just like this, asking the same gentle question.
"It doesn't hurt." Zachary held her hand, his eyes falling shut. "It's my fault. Will you be mad at me?"
"Of course I will." Darlene pulled her hand away, her tone sharp with annoyance. "Why did you spend only eight hundred million on our wedding ring, but a whole billion on that cheap skunk?"
Zachary froze. He'd never expected her to fixate on something so trivial. "The world's top designer has a partnership with the Penrose family, so—"
"I don't want to hear it," Darlene huffed, pouting like a spoiled ch
