Her fingers curled slowly into her palms, and her chest seized as though something had clamped down around her heart, squeezing until the air refused to come.
After a long silence, she looked at Bryce and Garrett, her voice low and steady:
"Fine. I'll resign from the firm."
She wanted to see exactly how far the firm would get without her.
Bryce visibly relaxed when she agreed.
He reached for her hand:
"Rosa, don't worry. Even if you're not practicing law anymore, I can take care of you."
Rosamond's expression didn't change. She sidestepped his hand, swallowing the pain, her tone flat:
"I don't need you to take care of me."
He'd already made his choice. There was no point pretending to care now.
Bryce's throat bobbed. He stared at Rosamond, dazed. The love that once filled her eyes had been replaced by something vast and empty, and it stung like looking into the sun.
His chest tightened with a dull, suffocating ache.
Why? He'd always loved Olympia, hadn't he? He'd only married Rosamond on impulse, out of spite.
Now Olympia had achieved her dream. She'd gotten what she wanted, taken Rosamond's place. He should be happy.
So why did the look of disappointment in Rosamond's eyes cut so deep?