On our wedding day, he'd told me I was the most beautiful woman in the world. An angel descended from heaven.
I wondered what was running through his mind now. Maybe he thought he was powerful enough to have it all.
I pulled myself out of my thoughts and fixed my gaze on him. "This dress has nothing to do with you, does it?"
"I didn't buy it." He said it to Noreen, not to me.
Displeasure flickered across Noreen's face. She'd clearly wanted to humiliate me, to send me out the door with barely a scrap of clothing on my back.
She pointed at my necklace. "I like that necklace. You're not seriously letting her keep it?"
Dale wouldn't even look at me. "Leave the necklace."
Today I'd confirmed I was pregnant. That was supposed to be the best news of my life.
Even after Dale brought up the divorce, I hadn't planned on making a scene. Not today.
But he just kept pushing.
This necklace was a gift from my father for my eighteenth birthday, crafted from the finest materials by one of the world's most renowned jewelers.
I'd worn it every day since, and it was my pre-marital property. Dale knew that perfectly well.
"Dale Fleming, don't push your luck. This necklace has nothing to do with you."