ked in. He was humming. Actually humming.

oom was dim, lit only by a single candle. There was no dinn

way, his smile fading. "Wh

t look up. She just slid the papers acro

us laugh. He walked over and picked them up, flipping through

said, finally meeting his eyes. "I

aning back like he was conducting a board meeting. "You're not getting a divorce

eone else," Chloe shot back, her voice hard. "I'

ed quickly. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "You don't know

ute," Chloe corre

. He snatched the divorce papers off the table. "You aren't g

aid, standing up to face

em in half. Then he ripped them again, throwing the shreds i

face inches from hers. "You are a Morrow.

the table. It was a physical manifestation of his control. He tho

said, her voice quiet and dead

"If you walk out that door, I will ruin you. I will make sur

then back up at his face. The fear was gon

a live wire. Bentley was breathing hard, his chest hea

nd through his hair, his composure cracking. "You're crazy," he mu

ed out, slamming the door beh

reement lay at her feet. She felt hollowed out, but also light. Th

phone and typed a

p. I'm filin

it. Meet tomorrow to prep. And get re

. It was a museum of a fake life. She w