Michael fell silent. He didn't reply, but his lips pressed into a thin, severe line, his handsome face carved from ice and shadow.

"Linsy," his voice was a low, sarcastic drawl that scraped against her nerves, "you've even learned to play the victim to get a divorce. Should I have my people draft a contract and send you into the entertainment industry? You seem to have a talent for drama."

Linsy stared at him, disbelief warring with a fresh wave of hurt. "In your eyes," she asked, her voice ...