Like someone who already believed she belonged beside him publicly.
Grant lifted her hand gently beneath the dim theater lights, and Emma immediately noticed the diamond ring resting against the woman’s finger. It was not Emma’s engagement ring. This stone looked newer, larger, sharper, designed specifically to command attention even in darkness.
The woman admired it proudly.
Then she leaned closer toward Grant.
“Do you really think she’ll sign everything before the baby arrives?”
Emma’s thumb froze briefly against her phone.
Grant laughed quietly.
Casually.
Cruelly.
“Emma trusts me,” he replied. “She signs whatever I place in front of her.”
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