TanithCaspian’s shock vanished, replaced by a condescending smile. He let out a dry chuckle and shook his head.“A divorce,” he said, as if repeating a joke. He crossed his arms. “Right. Because that’s a rational decision three hours out of general anesthesia.”He stepped closer, voice dropping into the smooth tone he used with difficult clients. “Look at yourself. You’re pale, exhausted, and full of hospital narcotics. You walk in, see Vesper in tears, and fly off the handle because you feel neglected. You had a rough afternoon. But a tantrum isn’t going to solve anything.”Tantrum.The word cut through the fog of pain and fatigue. Five years of devotion, of waiting up for him, of shrinking myself to fit his world—and he reduced the destruction of my trust to a tantrum.“I am not high, Caspian,” I said. My voice was low and flat. “And I have never been more serious in my life.”Vesper gasped. She scrambled off the sofa and dropped to her knees. Hands clutched her chest. Tears spille
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