“It’s nothing,” Reynold said. “We can always buy another.”
I pressed my lips together. “No need. It was just your father’s wedding gift. I was planning to auction it anyway.”
I only said it to cut him. It worked. His face shifted—from surprise to anger. “You’d auction that? Our wedding gift?”
“But she broke it,” I replied calmly.
Silence. He remembered. It wasn’t me. It was Dahlia who caused trouble this time.
“Sorry, Valentine. I really didn’t mean to,” Dahlia said softly now.
Why was she even here? To make a scene?
“I’ll have someone clean this,” Reynold muttered. “In the meantime… Dahlia will stay in this room. Just for a week. She needs sunlight, and this one gets the most.”
Then he looked at me like it was nothing. “You’ll move to the guest room, Valentine.”
And just like that, Reynold pushed me out of my own room. Out of what little space I still held in this house.
“Surely you won’t refuse your sister’s request, right?” Dahlia leaned against my husband’s shoulder the moment Reynold dropped that bomb on me.
My chest tightened. I knew Dahlia wanted me to snap and make a scene in front of him, but I said nothing Instead.
Request?