Leona hurried after me, grabbed my wrist, and flashed a twisted smirk. "Lydia Fairchild, do you really think you can hold onto that Mrs. Hawthorne title?"
"Hmm?" I turned to face her.
After surviving prison, where I'd seen every kind of lowlife, someone like her was nothing but a joke.
Don't flatter yourself—just because Dominic Hawthorne shows you favor doesn't mean he actually wants you around. Don't dream it'll last.
Leona lowered her voice deliberately.
I stared at her, blinking slowly. "Leona, let's get one thing straight: it's not about whether I want to be Mrs. Hawthorne anymore. It's Dominic who insists I stay. If you can talk him into divorcing me, I'll be forever grateful."
"You're faking it! I'll make sure you're thrown out of that position soon enough!"
My indifference o
