I tilted my head, a faint, quiet smile on my lips. “Perhaps because of Elias,” I said softly. “Maybe your family doesn’t want stress while your son is sick.”
His eyes darkened. “Don’t play games with me, Vivienne.”
I shrugged. “Maybe I’m not. Maybe I just don’t care anymore.”
Disbelief flickered across his face. “You don’t care?” he repeated, slower now. “Is that why you were smiling at that man earlier? The one from the board? People noticed, you know.”
I smirked lightly. “Ah, that one?” I leaned closer, voice dropping. “I suppose so.”
His hand twitched. Anger flared in his gaze. “You’ve really lost it,” he muttered. “After everything, you think you can just ruin what we’ve built?”
“What you’ve built?” I corrected sharply. “Adrian, you built lies. All I ever did was believe them.”
He opened his mouth, but I cut him off.
I looked him straight in the eyes, my smile steady and cold. “Maybe we should just divorce.”
The first thing I felt was pain—a sharp sting across my cheek, followed by the internal crack of something breaking. Adrian had slapped me.