A heavy silence followed.
I pressed my palm against the carpet to steady myself.
Brandon cleared his throat.
“Because she’s my wife.”
Damien’s shoes shifted slightly.
“That isn’t an answer.”
“Mr. Blackwood, with respect, this is a private family matter.”
“Then you should have kept it out of my private office.”
One of the bodyguards moved toward the doorway.
Brandon took a step backward.
“Look, I apologize for interrupting. Just tell Hannah to come out, and we’ll leave.”
Damien leaned forward.
“Hannah.”
My heart nearly stopped.
He knew exactly where I was.
Of course he did.
“Can you hear me?”
I swallowed.
“Yes.”
His voice softened.
“Would you like to leave with your husband?”
Brandon immediately answered.
“Of course she would.”
“I wasn’t speaking to you.”
Silence.
I stared at the polished wooden panels beneath the desk.
Three years of fear crowded into my throat.
If I said no, Brandon would be furious.
