“Marrying me,” I said slowly, and evenly, “was never the same thing as handing you control of everything my father built.

You seem to have genuinely believed those were the same.

They were never the same.” She lifted her chin.

“Of course,” she said bitterly.

“Because your money was always going to come before me.

It always is, with men like you.” “No, Vanessa,” I said.

“The difference between us is very simple.

I never lied to you about what I had.