“Did you take care of me?” I asked in a low voice. “When you left me alone in that house? When you said my dress embarrassed you? When you just told everyone I’m crazy?”

Spencer could not hold my gaze. Paisley tried to approach him. “Spencer, my love, don’t let her,” she whimpered.

He turned to her with sudden coldness. “Be quiet,” Spencer snapped.

Paisley stepped back as if she had been hit. “What?” she gasped.

“Get out,” Spencer said. “Don’t come back to my house. Don’t come looking for me again.”

The woman who an hour ago was writing to me broke down crying in the middle of the living room. “You promised me you’d get a divorce! You told me I’d be Mrs. Conway!” she screamed.