Molly panicked, grabbing his arm. "It belonged to my father—"
His gaze dropped to her fingers on his sleeve. The coldness there ran bone-deep, laced with undisguised contempt.
"Let go."
Molly remembered the day they'd signed their marriage certificate.
The moment she'd held that document in her hands, she'd wanted to spin in circles from sheer happiness. But he had looked at her with those same eyes and said, "Other than this piece of paper, you will get nothing from me."
Miles Vance was a man of his word.
Molly wanted to release him. But she had searched for this brooch for so long—just to give her mother something to hold onto.
She forced down the ache in her chest and pleaded, "Miles, I'm begging you..."
He shook her hand off. "Didn't I once beg you too, Ms. Harding?"
Miss Harding?
Three years of marriage, and he still refused to acknowledge her as his wife.
Seeing the disgust in Miles's eyes, Molly knew that no matter what she said or did, he would never give her the brooch.
Disappointment settled over her as she wondered how she could possibly get it back from him.