The bracelet was a keepsake from my parents. A rare warmth I had left.
I turned, eyes bloodshot, but her gaze remained cold and detached.
“Name your price,” she said.
Nine years of marriage, treated no better than dirt, what price could be put on that?
I didn’t even bother to answer.
All I remembered was the last time I refused to lend Knox Remington my ski goggles. The punishment? Stripped naked by bodyguards and dumped halfway down the mountain.
I removed the bracelet without a word and gently fastened it around Knox’s wrist.
Then I said, “Wishing the three of you happiness and peace.”
For once, my words earned me a sliver of dignity. Giselle glanced back and tossed me a bone.
“Milo, as long as you behave, our child can be yours too.”
But the bracelet slipped off Knox’s wrist and shattered before she could finish.
A shard cut across his leg. Giselle rushed to him, panic flashing across her face.
She snapped at the butler to call the family doctor immediately.
Her frantic reaction drew a few amused glances from those around.
Not just them. Even I found it laughable.