Natalie took two deliberate steps away from Ethan, putting clear space between them.

She folded her arms tightly over her emerald dress and tilted her head, her direct eyes fixed on Ethan’s face.

“You told me three days ago that Grace was an ex-wife who never wanted children,” Natalie said, her tone crisp and direct.

“You told me she lived alone in Colorado Springs by choice.”

“Natalie, please,” Ethan said, reaching toward her sleeve.

“This is a private legal matter from before we ever met.”