“Don’t finish that fucking sentence,” I hiss. I shoot up from my chair, round the desk, grab her by her neck, and pin her against the wall. “You knew exactly what I was when you let me put that ring around your finger. You knew exactly what I was when you sat there and let me play the the entire fucking adoption system like a fiddle so that Caroline would be ours. Don’t you dare try and act like you’re on some moral high ground here. And don’t you ever even fucking think about threatening to leave me again. Ever, Elena, or you can kiss your freedom goodbye.”
