“Then we’ll answer them honestly.”
Michael stepped closer to the counter.
“You’re making a mistake.”
“No,” Karen replied calmly. “For the first time in years, I’m making my own decisions.”
His expression hardened.
“You wouldn’t even have this store if it weren’t for the money we earned during our marriage.”
Karen stared at him.
“I used my own savings to open this bookstore. Every transaction is documented, and my attorney has the records. If you have a problem with that, speak to her.”
For a moment, Michael said nothing.
Then he smiled.
It was the same smile Karen remembered from their early years together—the one that once made her feel safe and now made her wonder how many things she had failed to notice.
“You’ve changed.”
Karen nodded.
“Yes. I have.”
Michael turned toward the door, but before leaving, he looked back at her.
“Don’t expect me to stay quiet about Alex.”
