Chapter 8 - The Signature He Finally Wanted to GiveBennett looked toward the bassinet.
For the first time since she had been born, he moved close enough to see our daughter clearly.
Her tiny hand rested beside her face.
He swallowed.
“She is beautiful.”
I said nothing.
“I can sign the documents now,” he offered. “I was overwhelmed before.”
Mallory lowered her eyes, hiding her reaction.
I felt no satisfaction.
Only sadness.
A signature offered after consequences appeared did not erase the refusal that came before it.
“The hospital will provide the necessary information through the proper process,” Gideon said.
Bennett ignored him.
“Tessa, please. We have been together for seven years.”
“And for nearly three of those years, you were living two lives.”
“I was confused.”
“No. You were comfortable. There is a difference.”
He stood silently for several moments.
Then he asked the question he had probably wanted to ask since entering the room.
“What happens to my position?”
There it was.
Not our marriage.
Not his daughter.
Not the little boy in Arlington.
His position.
“The board will decide what happens with the company,” Gideon replied.
Bennett looked at me.
“You are going to let them remove me?”
May you like
I adjusted the blanket around my baby.
“You removed yourself when you treated trust like something you could spend.”
