To be honest, I hadn’t expected Henry, who’d always played the absentee husband, to react this way.

Perhaps my recent defiance had finally caught his attention.

A flicker of panic crossed his eyes before he seized my wrist. “What the hell are you trying to do?”

I opened my mouth to answer when Tamara’s shriek cut through the air.

Henry instantly dropped my phone and sprinted toward the sound.

I picked up my phone, calmly finalized the payment for my flight, and only then walked backstage.

Broken frames littered the floor.

Tamara lay sprawled on the ground, her wrist bleeding from a wooden splinter.