"We wronged Miss Harding first, after all. We can't take away her right to find happiness."
Julian's face went dark as iron, his eyes filled with nothing but disgust.
"Gertrude, you're really something else."
He pulled out his phone.
"Security? There's someone here trying to hurt my wife."
Several guards burst into the room within minutes. They seized me by the arms and hauled me off to the police station.
The next morning, I walked out of the station, but Julian's men were already waiting. They shoved me into a car and drove me to the villa.
Julian sat on the sofa, reading a picture book to Grace's belly. The moment he saw me forced to my knees on the floor, every trace of tenderness drained from his face.
"Gertrude, you should count yourself lucky. Grace and the baby are both fine."
He set the book aside and walked toward me, then ground his heel into the back of my hand.
"Apologize to Grace."
I had no time to fight him. Not now. I clenched my teeth and forced the words out.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weiss."
Then I lifted my head and looked at Julian, my gaze flat and empty.
"Are we done, Mr. Weiss?"
He raised an eyebrow, amusement pooling in his eyes.