Nathan lunged. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, pinning her against the stone rim of the fountain.
“You aren’t going anywhere with him,” he snarled. “You’re mine. Do you hear me? You’re mine.”
“Then prove it,” she challenged, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “Prove I’m the only one you want.”
“Fine,” he groaned. “Fine. I’ll divorce her. I’ll figure it out. Just… don’t look at another man. I’ll give you a child now.”
He crashed his lips onto hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was hungry, desperate, and possessive.
I stood there in the shadows, my phone raised in my trembling hand. The red recording light blinked steadily in the darkness.
I stopped the recording and saved it to the cloud. Then, I turned and walked away. I went back into the ballroom, retrieved my clutch, and walked out the front door. I didn’t say goodbye to Arthur. I didn’t say goodbye to anyone.
I hailed a taxi. We stopped at the house first. I grabbed the suitcase I had hidden in the back of my closet. I walked into our bedroom.
On the pillow, right where he would see it, I placed a large, velvet-wrapped gift box. Beside it, I placed an envelope.