My Husband Said If I Were “Easier to Love” His Family Wouldn’t Have to Fake It – He Meant to Break Me, But He Had No Idea He’d Just Handed Me the One Thing I’d Needed for Five Years

“Genevieve — don’t do this here.” I closed the folder.

“I’m not doing anything else here, Julian.” And at that, Marcus stepped forward with a warm, professional smile.

“Mrs.

Vance — your car to the airport is at the main entrance.” Julian’s head snapped up.

“The airport?” I picked up my tote and adjusted my jacket.

“Yes.

You wanted to leave me behind last night, Julian.

Now you get to watch me walk away.” And I turned toward the tall glass doors and the bright morning beyond them, and I understood, from the silence behind me, that Julian had finally begun to grasp the truth.