"Or did you forget? You were the one who humiliated him in the first place. You really think he still cares about you? I'm the only one left who's willing to protect you."
As he spoke, he unlocked his phone. Every major outlet in Harbor City was running the same headline, accompanied by photos of him and Nellie at high-profile events. The banner read: MRS. SANCHEZ JR. BASKS IN CEO'S FAVOR — MISS HENSON REPORTEDLY COMMITTED TO PSYCHIATRIC FACILITY AFTER FALLING FROM GRACE.
Jocelyn's pupils contracted, but she kept silent.
Ivor's voice softened, edged with something almost like pleading.
"Jocelyn. Just give in. Is that so hard?"
"Just give in, and I'll send Nellie back where she belongs. You're Mrs. Sanchez. You'll always be Mrs. Sanchez."
Jocelyn stared at him for a long moment, then lowered her head and laughed.
"You really do make me regret it more every day."
The color drained from Ivor's face. "What did you just say?"
"I said I look down on you."
"You know Nellie framed me, and you still played along with her little performance. You know exactly what she is, and you still hold her like she's made of glass. You know what I wanted, and you handed my things to her one by one."