He thought our marriage was the reason I had everything. I didn’t argue or try to prove him wrong. Soon, he learned the truth.

Something inside me became very still.

I looked at Weston.

“You’re taking Sloane?”

His jaw tightened.

“Don’t make this uncomfortable.”

“You’re my husband.”

“And you’re making a scene.”

I almost laughed.

I was standing quietly in my own kitchen while another woman held my husband’s arm, yet somehow I was the one making a scene.

Weston stepped closer and lowered his voice.

“You should remember what your life looked like before me.

You had a tiny apartment, an old car, and no connections.

Everything you have now came because you married into this family.”

I studied his face.

“Is that really what you believe?”

“It’s the truth.”

No, I thought.

It was simply the truth he had chosen to believe.