Eyes darted nervously between each other, tension thick in the air.
Primrose’s face drained of color. Panic seized her as she grabbed my hand tightly.
“Carson, what nonsense are you spouting? I told you, we will never divorce.”
“Even if the child is Gideon’s, I would never marry him.”
My gaze shifted instinctively to Gideon. He lowered his head, a pitiful look softening his face, but beneath it, a flicker of smoldering resentment glimmered in his eyes.
Right. She wouldn’t divorce me, but she would keep sneaking behind my back into Gideon’s bed.
She’d keep using overtime as a mask, reuniting with Gideon and their child like some little happy family.
“Carson, what foolish talk is this, divorce talk, during a family dinner?”
Elizabeth’s glare cut through me, heavy with disdain.
“By our Archival traditions, you didn’t even have to be invited today. It was only because my daughter respects you.”
“This child, Alec, arrived at just the right time. You should raise him as your own. That’s your duty.”