Officers walked in. As the handcuffs closed around my wrists, I pulled my hand free from his grip, my face completely expressionless.
The sudden emptiness in his palm made Blake frown. He stared at my retreating back, seized by the irrational feeling that he would never hold on to me again.
He started to step forward, but Fiona was faster—hooking her arm through his.
"Blake, thank you for standing up for me. That was terrifying."
He clicked his tongue and pinched her cheek, indulgent. "What do you want as compensation?"
Fiona beamed, plucked the ring from his hand, and tossed it into the trash.
His expression shifted. She immediately let her eyes redden with hurt. "Was it that important?"
She made a show of reaching into the trash can. "Fine, I'll fish it out. Ten years of history—even if she hurt me, I don't want to make things hard for you."
Blake caught her by the waist, his heart melting completely. "Nothing's more important than you. Don't dirty your hands. Here—take the black card. Buy whatever you want."
Fiona huffed and refused. "I don't want your money. I only love you."
"Right, right. I'm the one who wants to spend money on my wife. If you won't let me, I'll feel terrible."