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She painted me as the overprotective husband who confused love with possession—
And then I walked directly into the dining room and played the role exactly as scripted.
I exhaled slowly into the darkness.
I was losing her.
Weeks.
It had taken me weeks to carefully earn Wendy’s trust again after the accident. Weeks of patience. Weeks of restraint. Weeks of teaching her that I would never force her into anything before she was ready.
And Sabrina had managed to undo half of it in a single afternoon.
I couldn’t forbid Wendy from seeing her.
That would only validate every poisonous implication Sabrina had planted.
No.
I needed to be smarter than that.
I was a man who negotiated hostile acquisitions for a living. I built empires by controlling outcomes before anyone else even re
