My head snapped up, cold fury blazing behind my eyes. "You want me to kneel to her? In your dreams."
"Morton, do you really want to take things this far?"
He was still underestimating me. A live-in husband with no background of his own could never have touched the true core of the company. I'd handed him a business to play with, and he'd deluded himself into thinking he held all the cards.
It was laughable.
But even when I warned him, he had no intention of backing down.
"This far?" He let out a short laugh, as if I'd told a joke. "If you'd just added Sapphire's name to the property deed like a good girl, none of this would've happened. You're the one who insisted on making a scene."
"You don't have the leverage to threaten me anymore."
He closed the distance between us, step by deliberate step, triumph written across his face.
"Don't make me force you to your knees."
I looked at that smug expression and, despite everything, smiled.
"Is that so?"
I lifted my hand and pressed the panic alarm button hidden inside my collar.
"Don't forget, Morton."