"The Prescotts went bankrupt. Fiona needs the shares more than you do. As the man of this family, I should help her."
This third time around, I listened to the same vile lines and smiled.
"Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you say. Miss Prescott really is pitiful. If you want to help her, go right ahead."
After all, I was only here to collect what was owed to me. Who he handed the Calloway Group to was none of my damn business.
……
Dominic's car pulled into the driveway of the estate. I stood inside the foyer and didn't move.
Erica Lambert walked over, her voice low and careful.
"Ma'am, Mr. Calloway is home."
I blinked, my gaze drifting to the black luxury sedan parked beyond the window.
By habit, I should have gone out to greet him. Taken his coat, carried his briefcase, walked him into the living room. Then served the dinner I'd spent hours preparing, drawn his bath, adjusted the lamp in his study to the exact brightness he preferred.
I'd been the perfect wife for two entire lifetimes.
Flawless.
So flawless that even I had believed it. That I was simply born gentle. Born accommodating. Born to serve.
But this time, the thought of it made my stomach turn.