Chapter 44

Steve thought that promise of his would put me at ease, that I'd be deeply moved and grateful. Instead, it only strengthened my resolve to divorce him. What use did I have for an empty title like "Mrs. Griffin"? Was I supposed to live in that villa for the rest of my life, watching him, Isabel, and Dorothy enjoy their picture-perfect family happiness? Fortunately, there were only a little under two weeks left before I could finally lay everything out on the table. Thinking of the evidence the lawyer had told me to collect, I suddenly softened my tone and said, "Your nails are a bit long. Haven't you trimmed them in a while?" Steve thought I was hurt because he'd been gripping my chin too hard, so he let go. In truth, he trimmed his nails regularly, and they weren't too long. However, I needed a sample for a DNA test. I'd already looked it up. Both hair and fingernails would work. I pretended to be moved by what he'd just said, putting on a conciliatory, submissive air. "Go ge