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Then at Grant.
“Did you tell her she was moving in tonight?”
His jaw tightened.
“Don’t start.”
“That wasn’t an accusation. It was a question.”
Sabrina answered instead.
“We’re trying to move forward.”
I nodded.
“We?”
“Yes.”
She looked toward the staircase.
“Grant said the primary suite faces the lake.”
“It does.”
Her eyes brightened.
“And the dressing room?”
“Two of them.”
She smiled.
“I knew it.”
Grant watched me, waiting for the reaction he wanted.
He wanted tears.
He wanted screaming.
Most of all, he wanted humiliation.
Grant never simply left people. He needed to prove afterward that abandoning them had made him stronger.
“Claire,” he said, softening his voice the way he did with difficult investors, “I’m trying to spare you embarrassment. You know the marriage is over. Sabrina understands the life I need.”
Sabrina touched his arm.
On her wrist was a diamond bracelet worth twenty-eight thousand dollars.
It had been purchased three months earlier through a company account labeled client hospitality.
I knew because I had the receipt.
Grant continued.
“You’ll keep the condo in Charlotte. You’ll receive a generous cash settlement. You’ll retain a consulting role if you want one.”
“If I want one?”
He sighed.
“Please don’t make every word difficult.”
“You’re offering me a consulting role in the company I built with you?”
His expression hardened.
“That attitude is exactly why we’re here.”
Sabrina wandered toward the windows.
“I would change these curtains.”
“There aren’t any curtains.”
“Exactly. It feels cold.”
I looked at Grant.
“You promised her the house.”
He stayed silent.
Sabrina didn’t.
“He told me it was already handled.”
There it was.
The sentence I needed.