I stared at his reaching hand and remembered every single time that soft demeanor had worked on me in the past. I remembered every argument he had ended by touching my wrist, every concern he had made me feel guilty for raising, and every apology he had offered without ever changing his behavior. This time, I kept my hands folded tightly in my lap and did not move an inch.
“What is going on,” I said, keeping my voice steady, “is that you forgot to hang up your phone the other night.”
An absolute silence fell over the private dining room.
Hunter’s eyes narrowed in confusion before genuine panic finally reached his face. “I’m sorry, excuse me?”
“I heard you tell Isabelle that as soon as you received the ten million dollars from my father, you were going to file for divorce,” I told him clearly.
The color instantly drained from his cheeks, leaving him pale under the warm restaurant lights. My father remained still, while Nadia watched Hunter with the focused precision of a surgeon monitoring a vital line.
“Kylie, whatever you think you heard on that call—” Hunter began quickly.
“I heard her ask what would happen if I ever suspected your plan,” I interrupted smoothly. “I heard you answer that I wouldn’t suspect a thing because I trust people. I also heard her tell you that she is pregnant.”
