I fought through the discomfort and spoke, word by measured word.
"I didn't push him. If you don't believe me, go back and get the security footage from the neighbor's camera."
The camera mounted above the neighbor's front door would have captured every second of Graham's little performance.
But she didn't believe me.
"Wilfred, you have no idea how disappointed I am in you! Do you have any idea what your little shove did? You didn't just kill my baby with Graham—you may have ruined his chances of ever having children again!"
"He was generous enough not to press charges. All he asked for was an apology. What more do you want?"
"You took away his chance to be a father, so even if it kills me, I'm going to give him what he deserves! I'll marry you when I've given him a child. You owe him that much! Consider it compensation for selling off my company shares behind my back!"
Carrie—the woman who had always put her career above everything—had just ranked her thirty percent stake below Graham Simmons.
That was how deeply she loved him.
I laughed until tears blurred my vision, and finally managed three words:
"I'm sorry."
Carrie let go of me and helped me to my feet. Her expression was unreadable.