His little vacation with her was over, then.
"No reason." My voice was flat. "You stopped wearing yours a long time ago."
I glanced at his ring finger. Our wedding band was long gone. In its place sat a custom-made matching ring—the one he'd spent a fortune designing as a set with Alice's.
"I've told you over and over, Alice and I are just putting on an act." His voice rose, edged with the kind of anger that comes from being caught. "Do you have to be this unreasonable?"
Unreasonable. In the past, those words would have gutted me. I would have been devastated, drowning in hurt.
But now, even feeling hurt was just another form of self-destruction.
"You're right. I'm being unreasonable." My tone was as flat as a weather report. "Happy now?"
He froze, as if he couldn't believe those words had come out of my mouth. Then irritation creased his brow, and he changed the subject with blunt force. "I don't have time for this. The family banquet is tomorrow. Be there early."
I paused. "You still need me there?" The Delgado family banquet—that symbol of status and belonging.
"You are carrying my child, after all. Come quietly, and don't stir up trouble with Alice."