“You’re right. I’m your husband,” he said flatly. “So when my wife loses her mind because of pregnancy, I should, of course, send her to a hospital. And as for what a lunatic says—well, no one would believe it anyway. Venice, don’t make this harder than it has to be. Sign the letter. Otherwise… I can’t promise what might happen to your mom. After all, she’s still unconscious right now.”
Obviously, he was threatening me, using my mom’s life as a weapon.
“Jericho…” My voice shook uncontrollably. “That’s my mom!”
His lips curled into a faint smile, but his eyes were as cold as steel. “Verona means just as much to me,” he said. “I told you—I’ll protect her no matter what.”
I stared at him, disbelief and bitterness choking me.
Seven years—that’s how long we’ve been married. Even if it began as a business arrangement, I truly believed I could warm that frozen heart of his.
When the Fowlers’ company was falling apart, I was the only one who cared enough to marry him and save what was left.
Even after the wedding, when he treated me no differently from anyone else, I still convinced myself that one day, I’d become someone special to him.