“Our freedom?”
“If the money was legally mine, he couldn’t control where we lived. He couldn’t threaten my career. He couldn’t interfere with you or the baby.”
“And you decided disappearing was the solution.”
“I thought a few months apart was worth having the rest of our lives beyond his reach.”
I stared at him.
It was almost worse than learning he had simply panicked.
Because Julian had convinced himself that abandoning me temporarily was an act of love.
“Where was my choice?”
He stopped.
“That was my pregnancy.”
I pointed toward Ivy.
“My child.”
Then toward myself.
“My life.”
Julian said nothing.
“You didn’t ask whether I wanted one-point-six million dollars.”
“I know.”
