I lifted my gaze to meet his, and I knew he was seething. After all, I'd always been the obedient one, soft-spoken and compliant.
What he couldn't stomach was the idea that my love for him had been a lie all along.
He assumed I couldn't let go of him, couldn't walk away from the Henson Group.
But after two lifetimes of groveling, two lifetimes of suffering, he could forget about getting so much as a kind word from me.
If he and Fiona Prescott shared some deep, unbreakable bond, he should have just said so. I was the Henson family's only daughter. It wasn't as if he was my only option.
What he should not have done was covet my family's assets with one hand while chasing his own pleasure with the other.
That kind of selfish, despicable greed? If I let him off the hook in this lifetime, the universe itself would owe me an apology.
"Dominic, you want me to explain things to the Calloway board?"
"You're the one who needs to explain. Go tell them how you schemed and lied for your little mistress and destroyed the Henson-Calloway alliance all by yourself."
I walked over the shattered glass without slowing down and headed upstairs.