Calla hadn’t planned to eavesdrop.
She’d simply gone downstairs to find Damian. But when she heard his voice—low and tense—coming from the study, something in her gut told her to pause.
“I told you she’s not leaving,” Damian snapped.
His mother’s voice followed, cool and calculating. “She should. That girl is beneath you, Damian. You’ve humiliated our name enough by marrying her. End it quietly and let Sabrina step in. It’s not too late.”
Calla’s stomach twisted.
“I’m not divorcing my wife,” Damian growled. “And Sabrina is not stepping in.”
“You think this is love?” Victoria Vale scoffed. “What happens when the tabloids dig into her background again? When another scandal erupts? She doesn’t belong in our world.”
“I don’t care about your world,” Damian said. “I care about her.”
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