Bonnie clung to his arm. She noticed my gaze and offered a soft, poisonous smile.
"Big Sister is angry, isn't she?" she cooed, leaning her head against his shoulder. "I thought having a baby might make Evan look at you a few more times. But now that the child's gone... what leverage do you have left?"
She smiled smugly, basking in victory.
I looked at them and felt nothing but dry, bitter amusement.
Compete? What was there to compete for?
Over the years, Evan had played the field with reckless abandon. His companions changed like the seasons—tall, short, curvy, slender. None lasted.
Bonnie wasn't the first. She wouldn't be the last.
But today, looking at her face, I noticed something I'd never let myself see. She looked exactly like me when I was younger.
A strange curiosity took hold.
"Evan," I asked quietly. "If we divorce, will you marry Bonnie? Bring her into the family?"
Evan's hand froze.
The cruel smirk on his face deepened. He tightened his grip on my jaw, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"My dear wife, what nonsense are you spouting? Divorce?" His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. "Impossible. As I've said before—the position of Mrs. Delgado belongs to you. Only you."