I pulled the paperwork from my bag and placed it on the table right in front of her.
Margaux barely glanced at it before irritation colored her expression.
"All this drama because I didn't bring enough gifts for your dad?" she asked. "Fine. I'll give you an Amex black card. Buy whatever you want. Will that make you happy now?"
Her words almost made me laugh.
'That was her takeaway?' I thought.
So that's what she thought I cared about. Money. A few bottles of wine. A fancy credit card.
If I had wanted wealth, I would have fought for it back then. But I didn't. I gave it all up just to be with her and to be the best husband I could be.
She never understood.
She never really saw what she meant to me.
I loved her for eighteen years.
I remembered it all like it had just happened. The day I was brought back to the Davidsons as the unwanted bastard child. The day Gerard, my older brother, dragged me out to the pool and threw me in like garbage. I was barely conscious, gasping for air.
And she jumped in after me.
She pulled me out and stood there, soaked and shaking, facing down Gerard.