She hesitated before she spoke again to me, “Mrs. Ford … I can’t … Mr. Ford gave strict orders…”
I stepped closer, telling her coldly, “I said, open the door.”
Before she could reply, Richard’s cold voice echoed from behind me.
“You don’t get to give orders in the Ford Family anymore.”
I turned around. He was carrying Bryan. Without even glancing at me, Richard walked into the office and sat down at his desk with Bryan on his lap, playing with him like they were the only two in the world.
He didn’t even look up when he spoke, “Go home if you’ve got nothing to do. Your job is to handle the household now.”
The secretary and assistant stared at me, unsure of what to do. Part of me wanted to argue, to scream, to demand the respect I deserved. But instead, I turned and walked away.
Back home, it was no better. All the servants were doting on Emily again. No one even called me down for dinner.
Later that night, the lawyer sent over the first draft of the divorce agreement. We had many assets to divide and I needed time to review everything carefully. Just after midnight, I went downstairs to get some water.