“Goddammit!” I whirl around to face him. “I’m your wife, Vince. Your partner. We made vows. We made promises about honesty and trust.”
“You’re also nine months pregnant,” he counters, his own frustration rising to meet mine. “You’re about to give birth to our child. The last thing you needed was more stress.”
“So you decided for me? You decided what I could and couldn’t handle?” I shake my head in disbelief. “That’s not protection, Vince. That’s a fetish for control.”
He runs both hands through his hair. “What would you have done with the information, Rowan? What could you have done?”
“Exactly what I did anyway!” I gesture to the folder. “Research. Analysis. Strategy. You know, the things you supposedly value me for?”
We stare at each other across the room. The distance between us sud
