Julian stepped closer, his shadow falling across my face under the wall sconce.

“You’re embarrassing yourself in front of every donor who funds this family.”

“You locked my card,” I said.

“You put a tracker on my car.”

“I protected family assets from a woman who’s losing her grip,” he said, turning back toward the main ballroom without looking at my face.

“Is that why you drafted an affair rumor to leak to the board members?” I asked.

Julian paused, his wrist freezing for a fraction of a second before he twisted the heavy silver band of his watch.