I went rigid. I turned and saw two suitcases standing behind Guy in the doorway.

He wheeled them inside without a trace of shame. "Mabel is pregnant and she's been through a terrible scare. She needs someone looking after her. You hit her today, so you'll serve as her caretaker for the next month. You'll attend to her every need."

He met my eyes as if what he was saying were the most reasonable thing in the world.

"Give up the master bedroom. Move to the maid's quarters."

"The servants' quarters?"

I stared at Guy in disbelief.

His jaw was clenched tight. "Once Mabel's baby is born, you can move back."

I looked up at the man I'd loved for so long, my eyes flooding with tears.

I had given him everything.

And he wanted me to wait on the woman who'd killed my daughter. To serve the bastard child growing in her belly.

My nails dug into my palms. Blood rushed to my head, a deafening buzz filling my ears.

I stared at the murderer standing in front of me, rage swelling inside me like a living thing.

I raised my hand, but Guy's voice cut through, dripping with menace. "Don't forget your mother is still in the hospital."

My hand froze midair. The words struck like lightning.

My mother was all I had left. Nothing could happen to her.

My nails bit deeper into my palms, holding back the fury by sheer will. My voice trembled. "Fine. But I have some documents that need your signature."

I grabbed the papers from the nightstand and slipped the divorce agreement in among them.

Guy snatched them impatiently. He was about to read through them when Mabel interrupted.

"Guy, I don't like these decorations. I want them replaced with something else..."

So he scrawled his signature in a rush and tossed the papers into my arms.

I looked down at the documents pressed against my chest, bitterness rising in my throat.

Tears blurred my vision as I watched Mabel sweep the ornaments into the trash. My heart felt crushed in a giant fist, squeezing until I couldn't breathe.

Every single piece in that bedroom was something Guy and I had spent hours choosing together. When he'd placed them on the shelves, he'd pulled me close and taken a photo with each one. In those pictures, his eyes had been soft, brimming with love.

Now all that love belonged to Mabel.

The bitterness slowly settled into something cold and still. I wiped my tears, turned, and walked out.

I dialed the first number in my contacts.