The Perfect Wife Walked Away
His presence a quiet, unmistakable declaration.
David saw it. His eyes went from Adam's position to my face, and the anger in his expression resolved into something more focused. More dangerous.
"Ah, Adam," David said. "My brother. My former friend, I should say. My ex-brother, if there is such a thing. The man who stood next to me at my wedding. The man who held my daughter when she was born. The man I trusted with my family, my business, my life."
"David, you’re being over dramatic!" I tried.