“I saw it with my own eyes—your dear foster sister gripped our daughter’s hair and forced her under the water again and again. Hallie’s fighting for her life, and instead of saving her, you’re talking about replacing her with another child? She is my own flesh and blood! I carried her for ten long months! She is our daughter, not some commodity you can trade away!”
“Don’t say it like that…” Payton’s tone softened, almost like he was trying to soothe me. “If we have another child, he could inherit the family company and stay by your side for the rest of your life. Wouldn’t that be enough?”
A roaring filled my ears. I could hardly hear the rest of what he said.
“If I’d known you were like this,” I gritted out, “I should have divorced you six months ago.”
The moment the word “divorce” left my lips, his face turned cold. Whatever gentleness was in his eyes vanished without a trace.
He pressed down on my arm, stopping me from pushing him away.
His voice was lower now and harder. “Delane, even when you’re upset, there’s a limit.”
From his pocket, he pulled out his phone, opened the photos app, and swiped to a set of pictures. He held them up for me to see.