Ava's POV
My breath caught somewhere between my chest and my throat, refusing to move as his words settled over me.
My wolf lifted its head sharply, alert, watching him with narrowed eyes like it was trying to catch something hidden beneath the surface.
What was he saying? What was he trying to do?
“Victor…” My voice came out strained, edged with disbelief. “Do you even hear yourself?”
The room felt smaller again, tighter, like the air had thinned.
“I’m not some toy for you and Laura to toss around,” I said, forcing each word out despite the tightness in my chest. “Don’t treat me like I’m here for your fun.”
His expression didn’t change.
“Jasper’s still little,” he said flatly, like he was stating something obvious, something practical. “A divorce wouldn’t be good for him. And you
