To the crowd gathering around us, I had become the villain—a gold-digger living off a successful woman, a shameless freeloader with no bottom line.
"This man deserves to die," someone muttered loud enough for me to hear. "She supports him, and he still throws tantrums?"
"Even a hundred and eight gifts can't buy that washed-up old man's heart."
"I feel so bad for Tessa. She should divorce him. I'd date her in a heartbeat."
I ignored the noise. My gaze swept over the three of them: Tessa, eyes flickering with panic; Audrey, trembling with righteous indignation; and Carter, wearing that punchable smirk.
Without a word, I drove my foot into the snowman.
Snow exploded outward. The structure collapsed in a heap of white powder.
"You want to know why I'm divorcing her?" My voice cut through the murmurs. "This is the answer."
Buried in the snowman's torso, an exquisite velvet gift box sat revealed against the snow.
Tessa's jaw dropped. "Impossible... How could that be here?"