(Hailey’s POV)
"That was before she found out! Before she—"
"Before, after, it doesn't matter." He finishes buttoning his shirt and starts on his cuffs, methodical and calm like we're discussing the weather. "I come from one of the oldest bookselling families in this city. My family's reputation is everything. We don't do scandals, and we certainly don't do divorce."
The word "we" stings. Like I'm not part of his family.
Like I never could be.
"But you have an autistic son," I say, grasping for something, anything. "People already know about Charlie. Wouldn't they understand—"
"That's exactly why I can't divorce her." Samuel's eyes are cold as ice. "The public knows we have a special needs child. If I leave Caroline now, I look like the kind of man who abandons his disabled son and
