His voice was ice, but his eyes churned with something far more complicated. "Mildred Fox. This is your husband?"
"This is what you call 'doing fine'? Marrying someone like him?"
"What happened to the woman who was too proud to settle? Where did she go?"
"He's not worthy of you. Divorce him. If it's about money, I'll wire you whatever you need."
I opened my mouth—then stopped, struck by how absurd it all was.
Why would I explain anything to him?
I simply pushed him aside, pulled the door shut, and said quietly, "If you really feel you owe me, then give me back my hands."
Everything else was meaningless.
And I knew that was the one thing he could never do.
Vera's teeth sank into her lower lip. "Mildred! If you'd just listened to my husband sooner, you wouldn't have ended up like—"
Wyatt cut her off with a sharp frown. "Vera. That's enough."
Before either of them could react, I told Morris to drive.
On the way home, my phone rang. My daughter's bright voice filled the car. "Mommy, are you home yet? Lily Abbott has a surprise for you!"
Warmth flooded through me. She was the one who'd won the award, and yet she was preparing a surprise for me.