asleep upstairs, blissfully unaware of the war brewing in her home. I was i

Her voice was cold, filled

said from the doorway. "In front of m

'child' is a twenty-two-year-old man who is sleeping

t, and you're a bully! Your aggres

This is it, Sabrina. The final choice. You fire him tomorrow morning, and yo

llenged, cros

ng but what you came into this marriage with. The company, the

of disbelief and contempt. "You're being

n't do it at the cost of my self-respect. I will not be m

jaw tight. Her silence was the loudest answe

case that held all her fashion awards-the gleaming symbols of the empire I had built

s rained down, and a sharp pain shot up my arm. I looked down at my ha

to see some flicker of concern, so

a mask of cold fury. She didn't

onster," sh

the door behind her. She was giving me the silent treat

, I knew it was over. The last bit of love I had for her

ly and utterly

nto Chloe's room. I watched her sleep for a long moment, her small che

ng daughter out to the car, buckled her into her car seat, and

grew up, to the small house my parents still lived in. As the

e proceedings. I want full custody o