And then you try to manipulate me into raising the result. Tell me, Michael — who’s the ruthless one?”

The hall went silent. Khloe dug her fingers into Michael’s arm. “Michael — if she hates us this much, let it go. I don’t want to be the reason you lose everything.”

The words were sweet; the grip was a vice.

He looked at me, frost setting in his eyes. “Fine. You want a war? You’ve got a divorce. But mark my words, Sarah, you’ll regret walking away from me.”

I smiled, even as my chest screamed. “My only regret is that I didn’t walk away the day I met you.”

I turned and walked to the elevator. The steel doors slid shut on all three of them. As the car dropped toward the basement, the adrenaline crashed and my hands began to shake.