up at the ceiling.
“You’re going to surgery,” she said. “Now.”
“No.”
“Amelia—”
“If I go under before protecting my shares, Ethan wins even if I survive. If I don’t survive, he walks into court as my grieving husband.”
She covered her mouth.
“I need you with me,” I said. “Not against me.”
She sat beside me on the bed and took my hand.
“I hate this.”
“So do I.continue reading …
