Richard surges up from his chair. “Watch your mouth.”
“Or what?” I ask.
The room goes dead quiet.
I pick up the last folder, the one with everything that will dismantle his company if Richard pushes. I tap it once against my palm and turn to walk away.
Richard’s voice comes out like a hiss. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I don't hesitate. “I’m going to find my wife.”
Richard’s eyes flash. “You’re choosing her over your blood.”
I don’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
And then I walk out.
Caleb falls into step behind me immediately, like a shadow with teeth.
Behind us, Richard’s voice explodes, furious, barking, demanding, panicking as he realizes what he’s losing.
I don’t slow down.
Because for the first time in my life, the direction is simple.
Home.
Not the penthouse. Not the office.
Her.
And as we move down the hallway, my phone is already in my hand again, calling Lucy even though I know it will go to voicemail.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Because I will keep calling until she answers.
Or until I find her.
And when I do...
I’m going to dismantle every lie my father shoved into her hands.
I’m going to put myself in front of her fury and take it.
I’m going to earn the right to stand beside her again.
Because I don’t care what it costs.
I’ve already lost her once.
I won’t do it twice.
