His jaw tightened.
“This is bigger than you.”
There it was.
The sentence that had lived under every year of our marriage.
The company was bigger than me.
His reputation was bigger than me.
His ambition was bigger than me.
Even our child, born less than an hour ago, was already being measured against a hotel deal.
Celeste’s voice cracked.
“Dominic, what is going on?”
He finally turned to her.
“If Evelyn signs, everything stays manageable.”
Manageable.
That was what he wanted me to be.
A manageable wife.
A manageable ex.
A manageable mother.
A manageable woman in a hospital bed with a newborn and stitches beneath her gown.
I reached for the call button.
Dominic stepped forward quickly.
“Don’t.”
I pressed it anyway.
A nurse entered within seconds.
“Is everything okay?”
I looked directly at Dominic.
“No,” I said. “Please ask security to come in. My ex-husband is trying to force me to sign legal documents less than an hour after delivery.”
