After a long silence, I heard him speak. "Don't cry, Vivian. Crying too long isn't good for your health. I'll take care of it. Here's a plane ticket. Have your brother fly overseas for a while, let things cool down."
Something inside my chest cracked apart.
The blood drained from my face. A high-pitched ringing filled my skull.
Benedict, is this what you meant by getting justice for my father?
He slid the forgiveness agreement across the table toward me.
"Babe, I just bought a new penthouse. Your name's on the deed—it's my way of showing you how committed I am to you and only you."
He was so certain I loved him blindly that he was convinced I'd believe this was nothing more than a property agreement.
"Is that so?"
His eyes darted. He pressed his hand over mine before I could flip to the next page. "Babe, I've got things at the office that need my attention. Just sign it, okay? Don't you trust your husband?"
How am I supposed to trust you, Benedict?
Was it when you left me alone in the delivery room? Or when you decided to let my father die unavenged so you could protect Vivian's brother?
Days of swallowed grief and buried pain finally erupted all at once.