“What is this, Cordelia?” Spencer said, tight.

“It’s just what it looks like.”

He looked at me as though I had wounded him.

“You and I swore an oath, Cordelia.

For life.”

My attorney lifted an eyebrow.

“For the record, Mr.

Halstead, it was your own board of directors that recommended you formalize a quiet divorce, to limit the reputational damage from the public scandal.”