It made me steadier.
Ethan stepped forward, but I squeezed his hand.
“No,” I said quietly. “Let me.”
I faced Richard completely.
“You did not give me a child. You gave me the consequences of your betrayal. Ethan gave me motherhood. There is a difference.”
Richard opened his mouth, then closed it again.
The words had struck him.
I saw it in the twitch beside his eye, the way his shoulders drew back, and the way he searched the room for one loyal expression but found none.
Then Ethan reached into the folder once more.
“I didn’t plan to do this publicly,” he said. “I hoped you would simply give Mom one night without making yourself the hero. But since you chose to insult her, I brought one more document.”
He removed a white envelope.
Richard’s expression changed instantly.
“What is that?”
“A copy of the letter you sent Mom three months ago.”
I went cold.
Richard’s face hardened.
“That is private.”
“So were her sacrifices,” Ethan said. “But you brought those into the room first.”
He handed the letter to Paul.
Paul opened it and read silently.
His face darkened.
Denise leaned toward him.
“What does it say?”
Paul looked at Richard with disgust.
“He told Margaret that if she filed for divorce, he would claim half the house and contest every asset until she died in court.”
The room became silent again.
