Because I had taken leave earlier that morning, Daniel hadn’t expected me to show up.
Straightening his jacket, he forced himself to calm down.
“This isn’t your concern!”
“As vice president, do I not even have this much authority?”
Joanna seized the chance to step forward with a feigned air of graciousness.
“Forget it, Mr. Foster. Ms. Miller has a bad temper. If this blows up, you’ll lose face at the company.”
I hadn’t even said a word, yet suddenly I was the one with the bad temper?
And of course, Daniel fell for her act—his gaze on Joanna soft and tender, while the look he gave me was full of resentment and hostility.
“See? Even a foreigner understands human decency better than you do.”
“A man has to save face in public. Even if you outrank me at the company, I’m still your husband. Sometimes, you really should listen to me!”
I froze.
Suddenly it all became clear—this was his revenge for my refusal to accept the baby yesterday.
He wanted to show me that between us, it was his word that counted.
I remembered when Daniel had proposed to me at twenty-three: