"Because the second my baby is born, every last cent you squeezed out of Fred—I'm taking it all back."
I didn't bother wasting words on her and stepped around her to leave.
I'd never planned to accept Fred's terms anyway.
Everything he had—the wealth, the status—he'd built it on what I gave him, and I intended to reclaim every cent. A single villa and a little pocket money each month to make me disappear? What a joke.
"Don't you walk away from me!"
Bianca screamed it at the top of her lungs.
When I kept walking, she rushed up and grabbed for my arm.
I frowned and pulled away on instinct.
She rode the momentum—threw herself backward and hit the floor like she'd been shoved.
"Ah! My stomach!"
I was still marveling at the performance when Fred came running down the corridor.
"Winifred! What are you doing?"
He shoved me aside and crouched to help Bianca up, handling her like she was made of glass.
"Don't blame her, Fred. Poor thing's going through a divorce—she probably just couldn't help herself."
Bianca leaned into his arms, trembling.
His face darkened.