His face tightened.
“Because you’re my wife.”
“No. You’re worried because we’re no longer keeping your secrets for you.”
The silence that followed was unlike anything we had shared before.
Then Richard smiled.
“Saturday at ten,” he said. “The movers will arrive. Vesna will come with the baby. And I expect you to behave like the woman I married.”
I returned his smile.
“Naturally.”
He kissed my forehead and went upstairs.
As soon as he was out of sight, I called Margaret.
The plan had changed.
We would not turn Saturday into a public confrontation. We would not stage a dramatic reveal or attempt to trap Richard ourselves. The authorities were already reviewing the evidence, and everyone involved needed to remain safe.
If Richard arrived with Vesna, we would follow the arrangements that had been agreed upon with the attorneys and the investigator.
If he brought anyone else, I would not open the door without knowing who they were.
