Gresham pulled me closer, his voice vibrating against me. "Let me explain. It's not what you think…" He wrapped his hand around mine. "And forget about the divorce. It's not happening."
I scoffed, trying to pull away. "You don't get to say no. I'm getting this divorce."
He held both my hands in one of his, his tone brooking no argument. "Not a chance. Now go to sleep."
Rage surged through me. He'd humiliated me in front of everyone just to save Sybil.
Did I mean that little to him? And now he had the nerve to refuse me a divorce? Wouldn't it be easier to just let me go and run back to Sybil?
With my hands trapped, I gritted my teeth and aimed a kick at his groin.
Gresham's face barely changed, but he caught my ankle with pinpoint accuracy. His fingers curled around it, warm and slow
