Michael shrugged. “She’ll be fine. She has her job. Besides, once the divorce hits, she’ll get over it. Women always do.”

My stomach clenched.

The mistress laughed softly. “And Lily? She’ll be with us full-time?”

“Of course,” he said. “She already loves you.”

My hands tightened into fists.
My daughter—my child—turned into part of his plan.

The mistress leaned closer. “You’re heartless… it’s kind of sexy.”

Michael laughed.

That was when something inside me broke cleanly in two.

I stepped forward.

“Enjoying yourselves?” I asked, my voice calm—but sharp enough to cut glass.

The woman screamed. Michael spun around, his face draining of color.