Carter shook his head. “No. No, this—this doesn’t make sense. My rights don’t just get ‘frozen.’ I’m the acting—”
“You were,” I corrected gently.
That word hit harder than anything else.
He stared at me, really seeing me for the first time since he walked in. Not as the wife he was discarding. Not as the problem he was resolving.
But as someone who knew something he didn’t.