“You took my marriage, my reputation, my company, my name,” I said.
“You stood in a courtroom and called me delusional.
Don’t cry at me now because the evidence survived.”
Weston jabbed a finger at Xavier, grasping for the oldest weapon he had.
“And what does he get out of this?
Are you sleeping with her?”
Xavier didn’t blink.
“I’m her physician, her business partner, and her witness.
Nothing more.” It was true, and I was glad it was true, because I had rebuilt my life on the specific discovery that I did not need another man to hand me my worth.
Then Xavier opened the envelope.