I paid the compensation.
Later, when I reached out to check if his hands were injured, he said coldly, “If you weren’t so money-hungry, fawning over those nouveau riche pigs, she wouldn’t have gone hungry.
“Stay here. If you come along, you’ll ruin our appetites.”
Tamara blinked up at me with her doe eyes.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Shepherd. If I’d known Mr. Shepherd would worry, I’d have endured my hunger silently.”
Henry ruffled her hair.
“You did nothing wrong. You’re just too pure. It’s people like her”—he shot me a look—” who’d rather vomit blood than stop groveling.”
My body went numb.
So he had seen me choking back blood—he just didn’t care.
I stood in the cold for thirty minutes, then I called my lawyer.
“Draft the divorce papers.”
