He seemed to let out a quick sigh of relief, but it didn't last. His arrogance snapped right back. "Since there's no one else, then come back and be my wife like you're supposed to. Stop making trouble over nothing."
Listening to him, I couldn't help but laugh bitterly.
"I may not have anyone else, but you sure do," I said. "You love her so much, you're willing to let me take the fall for her. Are you seriously okay with making her your mistress?"
After I said that, he went quiet for a moment, just staring at me, and then he finally spoke.
"I'll take care of her in her last days," he said, his voice flat. "Don't overthink it. Once I'm done being there for her, I'll come back to you."
The audacity—it was unbelievable.
I laughed again, shaking my head. "You really think I'd still want you after you've spent all that time with Kate?"
He frowned, clearly annoyed by my words, and grabbed my hand. "Whether you want to or not, you're coming home today."
I struggled hard, trying to break free from his grip. I didn't expect him to use so much force, practically dragging me out and into his car.
Once he'd strapped me into the passenger seat, I yelled at him, "Are you out of your mind?"