"Bryce, I know you're worried Attorney Henson will get the wrong idea. It's okay, I can go by myself."
She managed a tight, brave smile:
"I'm used to being alone."
She turned and walked out, leaving behind a lonely silhouette.
Bryce's face crumpled with sympathy, and he hurried after her.
In his mind, Rosamond was the wife who would always forgive him. Whenever they fought, she'd find her own way to let it go without him having to lift a finger.
Olympia was different. She was high-maintenance. One wrong move and she'd sulk for days, exhausting everyone around her.
So he'd rather disappoint Rosamond than risk upsetting Olympia.
Rosamond stood rooted to the spot, motionless. Her entire body had gone rigid and cold. Sweat beaded along her spine. She bit down hard on her lip, but it did nothing to stop the chill spreading through her.
She watched the two of them leave and let out a bitter, quiet laugh.
She must have been blind all these years, believing Bryce actually loved her.
How had she forgotten? Every single time she and Olympia clashed, Bryce had taken Olympia's side. Every single time.
She cast a cool glance at Garrett and said quietly: