Marcus cleared his throat. "Mrs. Carter, if someone is forcing you to stay in this marriage—"
"Nobody's forcing anything," Nathan interrupted. "She's choosing to be a good wife. Isn't that right, Vivian?"
I wanted to scream. I wanted to tell them everything about Sandra's pregnancy, about the pills Nathan hid so I wouldn't get pregnant, about the other women, about the USB drive hidden in my jewelry box. But I didn't have enough backups to start a war that I couldn't fight.
"Please leave," I finally said. “My husband and I don't need any divorce attorney.”
"Viv—" Liam started toward me.
"Please." The word came out broken. "Just go."
Marcus pulled out a business card and held it out to me. "If you change your mind—"
Nathan snatched it from my fingers and ripped it in half. "She won't
