No one moved. I let Arthur's demand hang between us.
I looked down at Arthur, crumpled on the floor.
"Mr. Kensington."
He stopped shouting.
"The woman whose name you claim is gone. You stole her work and treated her bed like a cage. You burned her with the portraits she painted of a man she thought she knew."
I stepped closer so he could hear me without another shout.
"You gave my work to another woman and expected me to stay grateful. You have no place in my life now. You are not my husband."
His face crumpled. "No. Chloe, no."
I turned to the head of security and gave a single nod.
The guards hauled him to his feet. He kept looking at me and begging while they dragged him away.
They threw him out onto the street. The cold Paris rain soaked his disheveled suit. He pressed himsel
