That single word contained more feeling than he had shown me in years.
But it came too late.
I placed the ring into a champagne glass on the nearest table. It struck the crystal with a tiny, bright sound.
“I won’t argue with you tonight,” I said. “I won’t cry in front of your investors. I won’t beg for dignity from a man who treats kindness as weakness.”
My voice did not tremble.
That surprised me most of all.
“You told the staff I would humiliate you,” I continued. “So I came to return the favor.”
Julian’s face darkened.
“Clarissa, enough.”
I looked at Evelyn.
She opened a leather folder and withdrew several documents.
“Mr. Cross,” she said, “you will receive formal notice tomorrow morning. Mrs. Cross intends to file for divorce. Preservation notices will also be sent regarding marital assets, corporate expenditures, electronic communications, and any financial records involving Ms. Miller.”
