For years, he'd praised my ambition in public.
In private, he'd called it a hobby.
Now he was standing beneath an expensive chandelier, explaining why he deserved ownership of the company I'd built before our marriage.
"You wanted my company," I said.
"We wanted to help it grow."
"By taking control of it?"
Mercedes slammed her palm against the table.
"That company would be nothing without our family's connections!"
Several diners turned.
I looked at her.
"My first clients came from my old employer. My largest contract came from a referral by a woman you've never met. And Javier hasn't attended a single client meeting in two years."
Mercedes's mouth tightened.
"Ungrateful girl."
"No," I said. "Just accurate."
Javier's voice rose.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you're causing?"
I held his gaze.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've caused yourself?"
Inspector Salazar asked him to explain the agreement.
