“Because he didn’t trust Celeste or Dean.”
“Yes.”
“And Celeste knew?”
“Yes.”
“So she picked someone poor enough to control.”
“Yes.”
“And you knew?”
Jonah flinched. “Not at first.”
“But eventually.”
“Six months before the appeal hearing.”
Owen stood silently in the hallway.
“You let me stand in prison lines for three years,” I said, “without telling me I was part of your family’s war.”
“I told myself I was protecting you.”
“No. Say it right.”
He swallowed.
“I lied by letting you stay oblivious.”
“There,” I said. “That’s the first honest thing you’ve said tonight.”
“Sadie, please.”
“I married you for money. I can admit that. But I loved you out of my own will, and you betrayed me.”
I picked up the notebook and the trust papers.
“Sadie,” Jonah said. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere,” I said. “You are.”
Owen stepped beside me.
Jonah looked at both of us, lowered his head, and walked out.
