Evan set down his glass. “We should talk privately.”
“Now you want privacy?”
His jaw tightened. “Don’t embarrass yourself.”
There it was—the old tactic. Make me feel small, emotional, unreasonable. Make me apologize for noticing the knife in my back.
I turned to Daniel. “Please bring the anniversary folder.”
Evan frowned. “What folder?”
“The one with the contracts you wanted me to sign tomorrow.”
Clara’s smile faded.
Daniel returned with a black leather folder and placed it in front of me. Inside were copies, not originals. The originals were already somewhere safe.
Evan’s voice dropped. “Maya, don’t be stupid.”
I met his eyes. “You chose the wrong woman.”
