He rose, his shadow falling over me. "Faith needs proper rest during her pregnancy. She'll be taking the master bedroom. Pack your things. You can move back after the baby comes."
The cruelty of it punched the air from my lungs. He was giving my bed to the woman who'd mocked me while I bled.
"Fine," I said.
John went still. He blinked, thrown by my compliance. His mouth opened, but nothing came out.
I didn't wait. I walked out of the house and dialed the number I'd memorized years ago.
"Mr. Simmons." My voice was steady at last. "Draw up the divorce papers."
The sigh on the other end of the line was heavy with regret. "Have you really thought this through? After all, you once gave up everything..."
I did.
Despite my parents' fierce opposition—even at the cost of severing ties with them—I had abandoned my career at its absolute zenith to marry into Harbor City.